Lu Yuan turned on the TV, the dumplings in the thermal box emitted steam, and the characters on TV were engaged in conversations about household matters... It's been eight hundred years since the All Epoch, yet most of the TV dramas still revolve around love affairs. I don't know whether it's due to the screenwriters' lack of imagination or because humans, as a race, can only circle around these matters.
After eating a box of dumplings, Lu Yuan burped contentedly.
Standing up, he looked out the glass window, overlooking the myriad of lights.
Even at midnight, Green Grass City remained bustling.
Those twinkling lights represented one hopeful life after another.
Suddenly, a subtle sense of solitude rose in his heart.
He had to protect so many people, yet he had no one to turn to for help. It was inevitable to feel a trace of fatigue sometimes.
