Chen Zhou continued walking ahead, without responding.
Despite his age, his steps were quick and steady, forcing the shorter Sunday to quicken his pace to keep up.
Soon, Sunday realized that the leader was heading to a place unlike any before, and he stopped asking questions. He simply followed closely, waiting for this man — who was like a father to him — to tell him the answer directly.
The two of them, one in front and the other behind, quickly reached the end of the street.
The lights from the houses on both sides dimmed to the extreme here. Ahead, the cobblestone road continued, but there were no yellow lights, only a pitch-black forest standing in the way, waiting for travelers to pass through.
Chen Zhou stopped here and turned to look at Sunday.
"I'm going back to where I came from, leaving forever."
…
Sunday widened his eyes in shock, unable to believe what he had heard.
He trembled with his lips and pondered for a moment before asking—
