Night deepened, and snow fell again, silently gathering outside the window like some kind of emotion.
Flower Creek was already fast asleep. Jing Jiu had also fallen asleep on the Soft Chair, holding Snow Ji tightly in his arms, as though only this could ease his furrowed brow a little.
Snow Ji lifted her small, round hand from between his eyebrows. After confirming that his headache had been suppressed for the moment, she could not stop her gaze from falling on his wrist again.
The next moment, her small, round hand grasped the green cord and gave it an experimental tug.
Even a small planet should have been torn to pieces by that tug, yet the green cord... oh dear, it still would not budge.
A trace of annoyance flashed through Snow Ji's black eyes. She harrumphed, raised her small, round hand to rake through her hair, and nestled into Jing Jiu's arms.
Her silky hair fell naturally over her shoulders. There was no telling where the hair clip had gone.
In Wushi City's most upscale residential district, a very strange scene was unfolding.
A black piano that looked very expensive was walking down the road.
Snowflakes drifted slowly across the sky. There was no one around the piano, nor any suspension cables, as though it were moving on its own. It really did resemble something aboard a ship in some film.
No one could see the snow-white beetle beneath the piano.
It held the heavy piano above its head with two Carapace Limbs, its star-like eyes filled with resolve and fearlessness.
At dawn, the home at 720 woke with the morning light. Flower Creek came out rubbing her shoulders, took a hot shower, and began making breakfast.
Breakfast was as simple as ever: a large pot of rice porridge