The afternoon streets were serene in the sunlight, with an orange cat napping atop a wall and the aroma of cooking wafting from the residential buildings, almost as if it were transported back to five hundred years ago.
"Dalien the teacher is truly stubborn yet soft-hearted, she said she wouldn't knit gloves for me ever again, but before she left, she still grabbed my hand and reset the seal," Lu Bu'er strolled along the roadside, his hands tucked into his pockets, as the hem of his military coat fluttered in the wind.
He clenched a sandwich in his mouth, considering it his lunch.
As for his right hand, it had been covered once again with the power of Holy Light.
In winter, it gave off a faint warmth.
"What do you call her?"
Long Que was taken aback, "Dalien the teacher?"
Lu Bu'er shrugged, "Yeah, what about it?"
