Beckland North End, a hospital.

"The campus is still being renovated, and there are a lot of dead people — I mean, a lot of the victims. It will not be until at least January next year that we will be able to resume regular teaching. Seriously, I don't know what they're going to do with the smashed steam locomotive, which is a landmark for the entire technical university......

The dark-skinned young lady, who was constantly pinching the blue-purple feathers on her earrings because of anxiety, walked quickly past the nurse in a hurry across from her, and whispered to the people next to her about the situation during this time.

The man who walked beside Candela Gonzales, with a handsome face in glasses, was, of course, the young man from Fenneport, now a law student at Beckland University, Rich Andrisen.

Richie pulled Candela's arm down to stop her from continuing to torment her earlobe, "We'll only be back in teaching in December, a little earlier than you, but I have several friends who have gone to join the army."

Candela's expression remained grim: "Don't expect to see them again."

"Oh dear, of course I can't think I'd laugh out loud if I saw them court-martial......

Candela froze, it wasn't quite what she wanted to say, but she turned her head to meet Richie's gaze, and he winked at her.

Richie actually understood exactly what she meant - those friends might not come back, but he chose to face it with a more relaxed attitude, and dissolved the heaviness of the topic.

This made Candela barely manage to squeeze out a smile: "As long as you don't stand in a court-martial, that's fine."

Richie disagreed, "Is that possible, or maybe one day I'll be able to sit on it as presiding judge?" At least as a juror, I'm certainly qualified."

"Good self-confidence," said Candela casually, "if Mrs. Romano hears it, she will praise you for your improvement......

Inadvertently mentioning the lady who was fierce on the surface, but actually took great care of the apartment residents, the small talk between the two stalled for a few seconds, and then bypassed a few anxious men who gathered together to chatter.

Richie sighed, "Hope she's okay. If it weren't for Mrs. Romano's willingness to vouch for me, maybe I would have been the one who was taken away by the Heart of the Machine......

"The war will end, one day." There was a fierce gloom in Candela's eyes, but she hid it well, and the careless guy beside her didn't notice it.

What happened after the war? Candela had already seen it when he was young.

"Hey, at least we can save a lot of money by renting together, and I even got a prize in a debate competition this semester, which is enough to cover our rent next year."

The two have already confirmed their relationship, although they are now "in love", but with Candela's personality, Richie really can't ask for more, let alone reveal intimacy outside, and cohabitation is already her biggest concession.

Seeing Candela turn his head and look at himself, Richie chuckled and talked about something else: "Okay, okay, I remember you said that you came to visit that friend named Melissa today?"

"You're confused, it's not Melissa, it's Carter. He injured his shoulder in the explosion and was supposed to have his leg amputated on the recommendation of a doctor, but ......

"But?"

Candela subconsciously lowered his voice: "His arm grew back overnight, and it was only because the situation was so strange and his family was worried about his mental condition that he was forced to continue recuperating in the hospital."

"Oh, I've heard of this too! The devil of life in the hospital, no one knows what it is going to ask for, and one day the healer will have to pay an unimaginable price for his own health......

"Stop, stop, it's all mess."

Candela stopped Ritchie, and it didn't take him to think about it, it must have been another gossip he had seen from some magazine or something.

She knew that there were some strange forces in this world, and after the accident in the apartment, Richie also had a vague understanding of it

It's that they have never talked about this, and they tacitly avoid the regret that there is a gap in their memory.

Tiny flying insects flew behind Candela, hanging over her long, masculine trench coat, and lay quietly on it with its wings folded, unfazed by the jolts at the corners of Candela's clothes as she walked.

For ordinary people, such a small lurker is quite inconspicuous.

The gray-haired middle-aged man standing by the window of the hospital corridor turned his head, and although his black eyes were silent, there was a little melancholy in the depths. He gazed at the young couple's backs, slowly turned the unlit pipes in his hands, and looked out the window again at the gray clouds.

Today's weather is great for Beckland.

He thought so, and when he put his pipe in his arms, he had a coin in his fingertips when he pulled out his hand.

The round gold coin was flipped by the bounce, and the phantom of the movement formed a sphere that constantly rotated and overturned itself, but he did not perform divination, but sought a result from his own mind.

I don't know where I heard it, but if I want to use a coin toss to decide whether or not to do something, the answer is actually in my mind the moment I toss the coin.

Klein had an inexplicable instinct that this might well be a joke that Esther had told him, and that it was just one of the things she shared in her utterly useless trivia.

Where did they talk about it? Tingen or Beckland? Was it when the sea was surrounded by blue?

Most of those memories were clear, but they filled him with a sense of distrust, and the gray-haired middle-aged man couldn't help but frown when he realized that he was looking back and subconsciously trying to discern the lies from those small talks.

The gloom on his face was no different from that of the rest of the hospital, and everyone was worried about the news of the war, or for the sake of relatives and friends, and his expression was not conspicuous here.

Don't think about it anymore, Zhou Mingrui, it has nothing to do with you, among the many lies she uses to joke and perfunctory you, it is only a very, very insignificant one.

Nowhere near the biggest lie—the one she's never spoken.

Crane clenched the coin in his hand, focusing on the little flying insect that had been transformed into a secret puppet.

He saw Melissa Moretti smiling at the door and opening the door of the ward for a friend, Benson Moretti waiting outside the ward, chatting with the red-haired young man in a friendly manner, and a college student sitting on the edge of the hospital bed holding a book, who had been healed with his "life staff" and regrown an arm.

They are talking, they are smiling to hide their worries, they are living well, and they are encouraging each other.

Is that what you want to tell me I'm lacking right now, Esther?

Thinking of Zoya's "ordinary" above the gray mist, Crane's fingers moved slightly.

The flying insect's limbs stiffened completely, and it fell from the clinging chandelier and rolled into the corner of the icy floor.