In the night, for safety, Lv Shu and I didn't stray too far apart.
He made a bed on the floor while I lay on the bed, gazing at the full moon.
"Lv Shu." I suddenly spoke.
"Hmm." His response came from below, muffled, as the Black Blade lay beside his hand, within easy reach.
"The moon of Zhai Xing isn't blue," I said, looking at the blue moon outside the window. "So the World of Old Days isn't Zhai Xing, is it?"
I still harbored regret. If Dieying were to destroy the World of Old Days, then I would once again witness the demise of a civilization. With the precedent of the Ruined World, I began to fear the possibility of a parallel Zhai Xing—perhaps this was my untouched [hometown].
Lv Shu replied: "Yes."
His words were always brief and decisive, as if they didn't require much thought, just inclined to give me the answer I wanted.
