In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and New Year's Eve was around the corner.
S City had always been a place with terrible weather. Not only was it cold in winter and hot in summer, but the air was also humid and greasy during the colder and hotter days.
This year was no exception …
Even if the weather was cold and the wind was bone-chilling, people still had to go out to make a living.
Day after day, they walked through the cold and windy streets, squeezed into the crowded subway, stepped into the lifeless office, and did a whole day of tedious work. Then, they dragged their tired bodies back home and exhausted their last bit of energy in front of a cold screen …
And on the second day, all of this would repeat itself.
This was the true face of life — hard and bitter, but people still had to endure. This endurance was not only for survival, but also for the little bit of happiness in life.
Of course, there were also some people who worked hard to catch the illusion called "dream" that had yet to dissipate.
But in the end, there were only a few people who could really reach the destination they wanted to reach in the first place …
Most people eventually lost their way on the road of life. Their edges and corners were polished away by time. In the process of chasing their dreams, they forgot their original intention. They went from being extraordinary children to ordinary adults.
…
January 15th, noon. On a street in the city center of S City.
The gloomy and cold weather seemed to have made people's moods gloomy.
The expressions of the passersby could be roughly divided into two types: hurried and pale.
And among these people, there was one person … who stood out from the rest.
This was a woman, a woman with a bloated body.
Even if she was not fat, this woman's appearance was not close to the word "beautiful." Moreover, she was not wearing any makeup, so she looked five or six years older than her actual age.
She was wearing a thick down jacket and jeans, both of which looked cheap at first glance. Her stubby legs looked as if they were about to burst open the jeans. It was hard to look at her directly.
With such an image, the number of people who turned to look at her on the street was naturally not high.
However, this was exactly what she wanted — she didn't want to attract attention anyway.
"This is … the so-called …" She walked slowly on the sidewalk and mumbled to herself, "… the 'real world' …" Her eyes wandered around, collecting all the images that could be obtained visually, and in her eyes … there was a white flowing light. "Compared to the other universes that are formed by the disordered natural evolution sequence … other than being a little more boring, what is the redeeming quality of this world …?"
No one heard her talking to herself. Even if someone did hear her, they wouldn't care. Perhaps, they would treat her as a chuunibyou and ignore her.
"If 'fate' hadn't connected our universe to this place and established a subordinate relationship between superior and subordinate, the so-called 'difference in dimensions' wouldn't have existed." As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at her hands and tried to clench them into fists. "And in terms of 'strength', we Anomalies are obviously more …"
At this point, her expression suddenly changed, and at the same second, the flowing light in her eyes dimmed and became mottled.
"Have I been discovered so quickly?" She said with a low voice and an expressionless face. "As expected, with the current situation, coming to this' side 'is still too much …" She sighed softly. "Sigh … I originally wanted to go and meet' him '… Oh well, there will be a chance in the future."
After that, the flowing light in her eyes quickly disappeared.
The next second, the woman's expression changed, and with it, her posture, the presence between her brows, and so on …
After this change, she immediately looked around with a panicked expression. Her arms were crossed instinctively like she was trying to protect herself.
Her reaction was very similar to someone who had just woken up from sleepwalking …
…
At the same time, on the other side of City S, Feng Bujue's home.
Dong dong dong!
"Time to eat." Brother Jue knocked on his door and raised his voice to shout.
Even though this was his room, since Ruo Yu had recently moved in, Brother Jue had once again returned to the days … where one had to knock before entering the room, and one had to sleep in the gaming hub at night.
"Ah … I'm coming …" A moment later, a weak response came from the room.
After another five minutes, when Feng Bujue had finished serving the dishes, placed the utensils on the table, and sat down, the door opened.
He saw Ruo Yu, whose cheeks were red and her face was sickly, walking out of the room in her pajamas with a blanket wrapped around her pajamas.
"Actually … if you need it, I can bring the food to your bed." Feng Bujue's tone was very calm. It seemed like he was used to the situation in front of him.
"It's just a cold … there's no need to go to that extent … hiss …" Ruo Yu said as she sniffled. "Besides, getting out of bed and moving around is good for the body."
"What makes me surprised and curious is …" Feng Bujue looked at Ruo Yu, who was slowly walking over, and continued, "You immortal cultivators can catch colds?"
"First of all, I'm not an immortal cultivator. I'm a spiritual ability user." Faced with Brother Jue's teasing, Ruo Yu was now able to deal with it easily. "Second of all, even if I'm an immortal cultivator, I haven't trained my spiritual ability to the point where I can kill the cold virus."
After saying that, Ruo Yu walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue said, "Considering that you're still in a state where you can't have physical contact with others, you can't go to the hospital normally. What if you suddenly have a high fever that won't go down?"
When Ruo Yu heard this, she thought for a few seconds. Then, she put down the chopsticks that she had just picked up and extended her hand to Brother Jue. "Why don't you try holding my hand?"
"Hey hey …" Feng Bujue immediately took a few steps back. "What are you doing? I've dislocated my arm more than once in the past two weeks … "
"It's been two weeks. The symptoms might have subsided. Also … I feel very weak now. I can't use any strength …" Ruo Yu continued. "You can try holding my hand first. If it's not a problem, as long as you're careful on the road, you should be able to get some medicine from the hospital."
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue muttered again. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Okay …"
After saying that, he put down his chopsticks and held Ruo Yu's hand.
"Eh?" After two seconds, Brother Jue's eyebrows relaxed. "It seems like you're really fine now!"
In the past ten days or so, especially a few days ago, Feng Bujue had tried to touch Ruo Yu's body more than once. Of course, he mainly touched her hand or her shoulder. However, Ruo Yu was like a crazy AI in a fighting game. Every time he touched her, she would instantly throw a punch.
Unexpectedly, she didn't throw a punch this time …
"Wait a minute …" But Feng Bujue's joy lasted for less than five seconds before he felt pain coming from his feet.
He lowered his head to look under the table and discovered that Ruo Yu was stepping on his foot.
"You're …" Brother Jue only asked half a sentence.
Ruo Yu interrupted him, "My foot moved on its own. I can't do anything about it."
"Oh … In other words …" Feng Bujue continued in a concluding tone. "Your natural reaction after physical contact with others has changed from 'I'm going to take your life' to 'I'm going to beat you to death with my fists'?"
"Hmm …" Ruo Yu nodded. "But I'm not sure if it's because of the flu or because I've adapted to your touch to a certain extent."
"Hehe …" Feng Bujue laughed when he heard that. "Then I'll try to change the position, method, and strength of my touch." As he spoke, his gaze wandered restlessly to Ruo Yu's body.
There was no doubt that Brother Jue was playing dirty. If you were to ask him why he chose this time and place to play dirty … he wouldn't be able to answer that question.
An expert who had achieved the level of being dirty and being dirty as one didn't need to think before he took action.
Just like those experts who were good at roasting others, as long as they had something to complain about, they would instinctively spit it out.
Feng Bujue was in the same situation. Hence, after he was done, Ruo Yu twisted his arm and threw him to the ground.
Regardless, Brother Jue had used a special method to confirm that Lin Sanjiu's condition wasn't too serious. As he lay on the ground and felt the pain from his arm and back, he heaved a sigh of relief.
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