Sush kicked him away, sending him fleeing in panic.
"Get lost!"
Sush said irritably, "No respect for elders."
"Okay, be careful when you're out on a mission."
Lu Bu'er jogged off in search of his childhood friend.
Only Sush was left standing there, looking at the sparkling Red Sea, and after a long hesitation, he still took out his phone and typed out a lengthy text message.
Just then, Lu Bu'er appeared behind him like a ghostly shadow, peeked over his shoulder and said, "My God, it's 2535 and there are still people writing essays?"
He read out loud, "Dear daughter..."
Sush's face turned an iron shade.
As if something had shattered inside him.
Everyone who often writes essays knows that one of the most despicable things in the world is to read someone's writing out loud from behind their back.
Boom!
A gust of wind and snow roared past, mingling with a faint hint of gold.
