The sky was pitch-black. As the night at the horizon chased the last traces of Rosy Clouds into disappearance,
the entire city of Beijing entered a winter night.
The lights in the skyscrapers of Xikori remained on, the bustling commercial districts of Dongjiang gleamed magnificently with traffic, while countless alleyways and residential communities rested peacefully in the darkness.
The splendor that should be lit and the tranquility that should be dark came together to form Beijing's night.
At this moment, Fang Ran returned to The Cabin at Jing University. Rather than flying directly back from Universal Studios and having Il drive the young master's car back to the Night Bureau,
he chose to take the subway back like an ordinary person.
Anyone who knew Beijing's subway knew what it was like—travel time easily started at one or two hours—but Fang Ran did not find it long as he moved through the crowds.
The entire way, he kept thinking about the final scene at the Amusement Park.
What if my memories don't recover this time?
After hearing those words from that cool, grown-up figure, he had stood there in a daze for a long time. It was only when cheers rang out from the illuminated castle that Fang Ran came back to himself.
Because of what had happened with Little Queen last time, and the precedent of her recovering on her own after just one day,
he had subconsciously assumed that Ling would return to normal after a few days this time as well.
But only after Ling from the past had asked him that did Fang Ran finally realize a question he had never considered before.
What if Ling could not recover her memories this time? What if she remained like this forever? What if he could never again see