Mo Ling refused Martin's invitation.
But Martin wasn't disappointed. He said that being refused was also a matter of fate.
"Next time you want to do something like this, call me!"
No. 500 handed a small red button to Mo Ling, saying that the next time he needed him, he should press it, and all the Martins would come to his aid.
"This is our promise."
"Let me send you back first." No. 500 struggled to his feet and said with difficulty.
But the other Martins beside him immediately pushed him back down.
"I'll send him. It's fine," No. 736 said hastily.
He once again took Mo Ling's arm and said to him, "This is the 499th floor. One more floor down, and you'll be back to your original floor."
"Okay. Goodbye."
Mo Ling looked at No. 500 and solemnly said his goodbyes.
No. 500 placed a hand over his chest and bowed deeply to Mo Ling, the colors in his broken glass jar flickering faintly.
At the same time, Mo Ling suddenly felt his surroundings brighten.
'What's happening?'
