Two figures leaned on the staircase, bathed in moonlight, their shadows merging into one.
Lu Yan stared at the moon, lost in thought.
In a blink of an eye, it had been almost twenty years since he had arrived in this world, and he couldn't quite tell if that blue planet in his memories was real or just a dream.
"Lu Yan, Lu Yan..."
Suddenly, a faint call from Zhao Sirong came to his ear.
He turned his head and saw that Zhao Sirong was still asleep.
"Was it a dream?"
Lu Yan smiled.
"Lu Yan, can you take me with you, can you..."
Zhao Sirong continued murmuring, causing Lu Yan to pause slightly.
"I don't want to stay in Lingwang City anymore, I'm really tired..."
"After father and mother passed away, those people have been eyeing my parents' legacy, plotting to seize it. I'm so tired. Can you take me with you, anywhere is fine..."
Zhao Sirong's voice was broken, and Lu Yan listened carefully to make out the meaning.
