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TL: Zhao

Editing: Krisaia

"It’s over..." Tian Yan fell into Fu Bo’s arms. The colorful lines of fate, which had been the only light in her eyes, began to dwindle.

"It’s a shame that I’m still blind..." Tian Yan said as she opened her eyes as wide as possible, hoping for some kind of miracle, only to be disappointed with a world full of darkness.

"That’s not true, you’ll soon be able to see." Fu Bo gently caressed Tian Yan’s face, looking at her delicate features. Seeing her sad and regretful expression pained his heart.

Signal soon came back to the television nearby, and it broadcasted footage of the ravaged city of Hangzhou. Tian Yan took a deep breath and buried her head deep into Fu Bo’s embrace, seeking for comfort amidst the chaos.

"I will be your light." Fu Bo picked up his notebook with a resolute expression.

"Wait, what are you doing!?" Tian Yan asked.

"I’m just writing down a few things..." Fu Bo smiled as he sat down on the sofa with Tian Yan.

Tian Yan could not see what Fu Bo traced down on the Notebook of Death with a shaking pen: "Dissonance in the Heavens and Nature’s Sundering..."

A small flame suddenly lit up and consumed the notebook, turning it into ashes in a matter of seconds.

"That’s impossible! Our powers have already been sealed away..." Tian Yan trembled when she felt the burning heat of the fire. She could sense that something was wrong, as Fu Bo’s embrace quickly weakened.

"I’ve recorded today’s events here... but I’ve added just a little something extra..." Fu Bo produced a weak smile as he pushed Tian Yan away. His limbs grew weak, and his skin became dry and wrinkly, but his gaze was set on Tian Yan as the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Fu Bo!? What did you do? Don’t scare me!" Tian Yan reached out anxiously, hoping to catch the love of her life.

Fu Bo covered his mouth to prevent himself from letting out a cough.

"Fu Bo..." Tian Yan called again, but before she could say any more, all sorts of colors suddenly appeared in her mind.

"AHHH!" Tian Yan fell down to the ground, fear flashed across her face as she felt extreme discomfort. She then slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by all the different lights in the city.

"Where... where am I?"

Tian Yan found herself kneeling down on the sidewalk of a busy street.

"Are you okay?" A middle-aged woman helped her up.

"I’m okay... thank you" Tian Yan looked around. She had a strange feeling that she had lost something important, but she could not figure out what it was.

"Aunt Wu, hurry! We won’t get the promotional merchandise if we’re late!" Another middle-aged woman urged.

"Alright, alright. It’s just two tubes of toothpaste, you know." Aunt Wu left with her friend after checking Tian Yan one last time.

Tian Yan looked around and noticed an old man limping in the distance. She had a strange feeling that he knew the man despite never having met him before. She then shook her head and left, not noticing the tears that ran down the old man’s cheeks as he turned around to see her off.

"Sis... I don’t want to go! You know I don’t like international business!" A duo of attractive young women walked by.

"Qiaoqiao..." Qing Linglong stopped and cast down her stare on her sister. The many years she had spent in the business world conferred to her an authority that was not easily defied.

"I’ve listened to you for my entire life! I want to live my own life now!" Qing Qiaoqiao’s eyes went wet and she ran away after staring back at her elder sister for a brief moment.

"What...?" Qing Linglong was taken aback by her sister’s adamant opposition.

"Ahh!" Qing Qiaoqiao, in her hurry, bumped into another pedestrian, knocking down his eyeglasses.

"I’m sorry." Despite her emotions, Qiaoqiao had the good manners to stop and apologize.

"It’s okay..." The man looked away, obviously uncomfortable with socializing with attractive women like Qiaoqiao.

"Your glasses..." Qiaoqiao bent down to pick up the glasses.

"Oh, thank you..." Eyeglasses said as he took his glasses, clinging desperately onto his laptop bag. He continued to stare at the ground to avoid direct eye contact with Qing Qiaoqiao, only taking peeks at the attractive curves of her legs.

"Mr. Li, I really need your help in this case. If I lose this one, I’m going to stay behind bars for half of my life..." A very short man opened the car door and welcomed a handsome-looking man, flattering and begging as he went around.

"It’s going to be fine. I’ve seen the case file. We have a good chance at winning," Li Huaibei said as he pointed at a picture in the file folder, "Is the plaintiff this guy with the big beard?"

"Yes, yes, yes. It’s him..." Chen Quan answered anxiously as a nose hair fell out his nostrils.

"Alright, I’ll go do some more research. I’ll get back to you." Li Huaibei could not help but produce a slight frown as he scrutinized Chen Quan’s facial features.

"Yes, yes." Chen Quan bowed down and did not dare follow Li Huaibei any further.

Far away from the rowdy streets, on the rooftop of a building, a lonely man sat on the fence. He had a fair complexion, was of medium height and was rather skinny. As he cast down a vacant gaze at the bustling city below, he continued taking mindless puffs of his cigarettes while a knit bag rested on the ground behind him.

"Big Brother...! Talk to us! Don’t do it!" A panting voice came from behind.

"What?" Mr. Kong turned around. He became even more confused when he realized who had just called his name.

"Please! If you want to talk, could you come here?" It was a tall, handsome young man, with defined muscles. He stood there and opened his arms in a welcoming manner.

"You didn’t think that I was going to jump down, did you?" Mr. Kong asked in an amused tone.

"That’s not it, but it’s pretty dangerous over there, so could we talk over here?" The man shrugged his shoulders and flashed a friendly smile.

Mr. Kong stared at the young man and sighed before finally climbing down.

"Big Brother, you have a nice hobby..." The man said after letting out a sigh of relief, not knowing anything better to say to break the awkward silence.

Mr. Kong’s confusion gradually faded away as he looked at the young man. He suddenly took out his cigarette pack and offered one. "Do you want one?"

"I’m sorry, I don’t smoke."

"A man who doesn’t smoke..." Mr. Kong started the sentence but could not bring himself to finish it.

"Yiming? How is it?" The anxious voice of a young woman who just rushed up the stairs was heard. She had long hair, delicate features, and attractive curves.

"It was all a misunderstanding. Big Brother over here is just admiring the landscape!" Li Yiming said with a smile as he grabbed Liu Meng’s hand.

"She’s your girlfriend?"

"Yes, but we’re soon to be married! Fortune made us meet here today, I was wondering if you’d like to come to our wedding?" Li Yiming still seemed a little worried as he glanced at the fence, so he offered to invite Mr. Kong so the latter would feel a little more attachment to the world.

"Your wedding?" Mr. Kong looked down at his own clothes, and then at his knit bag.

"It’s a modest wedding. We’d be really happy if you could come and liven up the atmosphere!" Liu Meng noticed Mr. Kong’s hesitation, opened her bag, and handed a red envelope to him before he could even answer.

"An invitation?" Mr. Kong turned the envelope around with shaking hands.

"Groom: Li Yiming."

"Bride: Liu Meng."

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