After finishing An Xin's funeral, Fox went to find Wang Hao.
The two of them had one last long talk through the night.
The rain outside the window kept pattering down. Fox rambled on about the past, while Wang Hao listened silently like a faithful audience.
At dawn, Fox yawned and said, "Old Wang, if I don't come back this time, take care of my sister for me!"
Wang Hao's eyes turned slightly red, as he wanted to say something but felt it was too weak and pale when it reached his lips.
"Fox, can't we wait a bit longer? I promise you, in just two or three years at most, we can avenge An Xin!"
Fox smiled and didn't respond, only gently shaking his head.
Wang Hao was silent for a moment before saying, "Then I'll go with you!"
Fox smiled, pointed up at the ceiling, and said, "The struggle up there has heated up. Here in Donghua, they need you to stabilize the situation. It's a critical moment, and you can't afford any mishaps no matter what!"
