You had watched those bean-sized points of light flow into the depths of the ocean of night countless times, just like tonight.
But unlike before, you no longer felt sad. You seemed to have grown used to death, adapting until it all became mundane.
In your eyes, death was like water disappearing into water, like walking across the plains of life when, suddenly, a wall appeared before you, stretching infinitely leftward, infinitely upward, and infinitely downward.
You would stand before that wall for a long time, because there was no road ahead. But when you began to wonder what that wall truly was, you might smile in relief, because you knew.
This was death.
The night was cold. If not for that glaring Black Sun, it would have been a beautiful night.
Beichen Heng exhaled a breath of cold air, his fingertips still retaining the warmth of the wick flame.
Drawing his gaze back from the lantern lights flowing into the night, he turned his head toward the girl beside him and said,
"If it's convenient, would you come somewhere with me?"
Mei glanced at him with her dim eyes and said nothing.
Ignoring her reaction, Beichen Heng walked in a certain direction, as though he was certain she would follow.
And indeed, that was the case.
Under the watchful eyes of a few people, Mei followed in his footsteps.
Yet none of them stopped her.
As time passed, the lights at the horizon gradually drifted away. The night grew thick and sparse, making the road ahead almost impossible to see.
But Beichen Heng was already very familiar with this place.
The two walked through the flowing night, always keeping a measured distance between them, neither too close nor too far.
Mei did not stay too close to him, but