The night was deep, and the young man in the hoodie came from the mountaintop of the snow-capped mountain, entering Reykjavik, slowly passing by the neon lights of the signs and stepping over the dim wooden houses.
He finally arrived above the desolate harbor.
He looked up and saw a girl with a graceful face. She leaned against the railing, her arms crossed, turning her head to watch the aurora in the night sky, her black bangs swaying in the wind, and a lock of fiery red hair dancing behind her head.
"We haven't had a chance to sit down and chat properly," Lin Xingshi said without turning her head.
"Too many things have happened recently..." Little Nian said. "First, my old man suddenly went crazy with you guys, then your people got brainwashed by the Salvation Society, one thing after another."
"Yeah, no time for catching up, my brain is a mess." Lin Xingshi turned her head back.
