"There's nothing we can do, that's just Moore."
The fact is, life indeed leads to the same destination by different paths.
Even if given another chance, one might still make the same choice for entirely different reasons.
After a relatively calm aerial journey, this time, Fu Qian did not jump overboard halfway; instead, he stepped into a familiar place amid stormy clouds and gusty winds.
And when trying to switch to the next mode of transport, he encountered the same response.
Even the person speaking before him wasn't the same middle-aged man with the two small mustaches, underscoring the stereotype that belongs to the city of Moore.
"Let me guess, unless you're hijacked by a madman, it's hard to find any ship willing to set sail at this time, right?"
The once familiar lines echoed, as Fu Qian volunteered to recreate them.
"Hmm...indeed."
Being younger as he was, the invisible pressure made the staff on the opposite side appear somewhat unnatural.
