The light in the grocery store was dim, with moths fluttering around it.
Gu Jianlin pushed the wheelchair as he strolled along the beach. The midsummer sea breeze rippled the calm water, and faintly, the sound of waves could be heard.
At the farthest point of the firmament, deep purple lightning collided with blood-red flashes, creating a web of sparks that flickered, as if trying to tear the night sky apart. The cloud sea, resembling coral clusters, fragmented into wisps.
Strangely, no sound echoed, a silence so eerie it felt terrifying.
"Don't worry, your senior brother is currently having a great time battling the Netherworld. Young people need an outlet now and then."
