Holding the white flower, Su Ming'an called out:
"Li Yuxuan."
Li Yuxuan leaned forward.
"Give me a game disc. Did anyone in the military bring one?" Su Ming'an asked.
"Old God, we are about to reach Nine Serenities, it's not time for a Dream Patrol now..." Li Yuxuan remained very patient.
"Give it to me." Su Ming'an calmly repeated.
Through the close red eyes, Su Ming'an saw his own appearance. He was still in clothing from two years ago, even the rain on his shoulders hadn't dried, like an insect just breaking out of amber. Wet black hair clung to his forehead, making his expression appear both desolate and resolute.
"...Which game do you want?" Li Yuxuan never disobeyed his orders.
"The third one."
Li Yuxuan showed an expression of expectedness, straightened up, and looked around at the densely packed heads of people; farther away, only a military telescope could see clearly.
