"So did you guys end up getting a refund?"
After exiting the Seven Gods Hall, having sent Luo Xiaohei home, the trio from the border strolled along the perimeter of Champs-Elysees Lake. Sparkling ripples danced on the crystal-clear lake, while the crisp morning air shook the white walnut trees on both banks, casting lush, light green shadows that mingled with the sky's reflection at the center of the lake.
An Su stretched and asked Lister and Arthur out of curiosity.
Ever since Arthur and Lister had uttered the shocking words "each of us gets a hundred thousand" they were taken away by the Priest alone, and An Su was left unaware of the ensuing developments.
"In a way, yes, the refund was successful,"
Lister and Arthur said as much, but there wasn't a hint of joy on their faces.
Dark green tree shadows draped across their cheeks, layering deep and darker shades.
"By the way, where did you get the money to do four draws?"
