The roads, the houses, the flyover… lay under the dusky skies. There was only a deafening silence of emptiness.
When Lin Sanjiu stopped and turned to look behind, Kisaragi Library, despite its large size, had already faded into the scenery like a murky watercolor painting. She could only see the vague outlines of the building.
"I just can't understand that man," she softly remarked, almost sounding like she was sighing. The siblings, standing by her side, exchanged glances as if they didn't know how to reply to her.
It had been three to four hours since they parted ways with Silvan. After he disappeared into the drearily gray city, Lin Sanjiu and the siblings also continued on their journey. Following her lead, they chose the direction opposite from where Silvan was heading and started walking slowly.
