"Ah, don't be so indifferent."
Luo Su shook his head helplessly, "Can't we be like we used to be?"
"Decades ago, you held the Book of Fate in your hands and watched Utopia's last institution be erased from the pages, indifferent and silent. And now you come back with your old face and tell me, Yang Zi, we are companions, we have bonds... Who is truly indifferent, Luo Su?"
The elderly person countered, "Allowing you to step into my home and sit across my table is the last courtesy I have left. Do you still expect more from me?"
In the silence, Luo Su said nothing. Huai Shi paused his actions, glanced at Luo Su, but Luo Su did not look at him, continuing to gaze at the old friend across from him.
"The past and the present are always different, Yang Zi, and the existence or non-existence of Utopia has never depended on the Book of Fate. No matter how loud my voice was, it would have been useless."
