"Can you still go home?" Jing Yuan whispered.
Tifa paused, looked up at the starry sky, and revealed a sweet smile, "This is already home, as long as the spark of civilization still shines."
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Gu Tao slept on the sofa all night and when he rose, the sun was high and the shadows of the trees swayed. He wiped his face and sat up from the sofa, stretched lazily, and realized everything was eerily quiet, just like... just like waking up on a workday morning to find his family had already gone to work and the streets were not busy, save for the warm sun and the chirping birds on a spring morning.
"Someone come here."
