"Of course not, Huai Shi."
Luo Su enjoyed the overly enthusiastic service with a clear conscience, stepping lightly: "We're not destructive maniacs, why would we want to pop such a beautiful soap bubble?"
He gazed at the distant city and whistled: "The fact that the bubble can persist is already a miracle. Forcing reality upon it wouldn't be beautiful. Better to let it maintain its original state.
After all, it has nothing to do with us, right?"
Outside the airport, the luxurious car that had been waiting for a long time had its doors open wide for them, with champagne and whiskey chilled in ice buckets, and an unlimited supply of cigars from the storage cabinet.
And after setting off, there was no shaking or turbulence, as if sitting on a soft sofa, waiting for a servant to serve the delicacies.
Now, with the partition raised, only two people remained in the car.
