A week had passed since Xia Mi was hit by the truck. Two days ago, she had already recovered enough to run and jump, and she completed the discharge procedures.
During the five days she was hospitalized, Amon did not go to work. He spent several hours at the hospital with her almost every day.
Xia Mi jokingly asked Amon whether he was trying to pick her up. She was still underage, and her country had a complete criminal code for that kind of beastly behavior.
Amon shook his head and said, "How could I? I like older girls with slim waists, long legs, and cleavage. A little blonde brat as flat as a board like you isn't my type."
As they traded jokes, they occasionally brought up Norse Mythology, supernatural powers, aliens, and the like, vaguely discussing matters related to Dragon Raja.
Xia Mi could never quite figure out what Amon was. Sometimes, he seemed like a scholar capable of seeing through the fog, laying bare many secret truths of Dragon Raja in a single sentence. Other times, he seemed like an ordinary person who knew absolutely nothing about Dragon Raja, as though those secrets he had so casually exposed were merely his personal interpretations of myths, legends, and religious texts.
The two chatted about all sorts of things, but made no real progress. On the day Xia Mi was discharged, they added each other on QQ, then went their separate ways.
That night, heavy rain fell outside as fierce winds howled. The branches along the road swayed up and down in the wind like the claws of dancing demons.
Raindrops pattered against the glass, like nature's own performance. The unceasing white noise was not unpleasant. The longer he listened to it, the more interesting it became.
The neighborhood