Moreover, he was usually the one inviting others, what's the situation today?
Reversing the order of the heavens?
But the conductor still reached out his hand for a shake.
Dean Zhou's hand was very "smooth," its fingerprints worn away, yet it was warm.
There was an unexpected feeling of elder's care.
The conductor felt extremely odd.
"Let's talk about the Power Armor instead..."
...
Neutral Town, at the junction of Zhijin and the Three Counties.
The sounds of clattering were drowned in the storm.
A group of people in jeans and black leather jackets were busy in the town; some were holding shovels, pushing carts, piling sand from the streets into abandoned buildings, or scattering it onto the sides, while others were using tools to repair protective measures.
The steam was puffing from the exhaust fan of a noodle shop, the faint aroma of noodles snuffed out by the wind and sand before anyone could catch a whiff.
