Some bonds in this world were truly impossible to explain.
The people you liked, the people you hated, the people you happened to meet, the people you never paid attention to, the people who bore hostility toward you.
The people you thought might stay by your side for a long time could vanish without a trace, while the people you thought you would never see again could still be beside you in the future.
In the end, everyone built relationships of meeting and familiarity with people they had never expected.
Even now, Fang Ran clearly remembered that night aboard the icebreaker when he had first left his ordinary life and headed for the Arctic in unease and apprehension.
The pale young man he had encountered on the deck, who had looked somewhat dejected.
At the time, Fang Ran had only wanted to get to Ling's side. He had never dreamed that he would meet him again later in Europe, or that he would turn out to be the "key person" throughout the entire incident.
"Klim?"
Letting out a completely unanticipated cry, Fang Ran stared in disbelief at Klim's familiar figure before him. The ball, the escape, the journey, the inn.
All the moments from the journey that involved him flashed rapidly through Fang Ran's mind.
"It's been a long time, Fang Ran."
His sharp, handsome face had fully healed. With glasses on, he gave off a gentle, approachable first impression.
Klim was still dressed in a white research coat. He smiled at the astonished Fang Ran.
"It looks like your injuries are all better now."
"Why are you here?"
Still unable to recover from the shock of "Klim is in Midnight," Fang Ran muttered in disbelief, then looked toward Li Ze beside him with a questioning gaze.
"You two haven't