Chu Bamboo stared at Lin Xia's date of death—March 17, '75!
Honestly, that date—March 17th—made Chu Bamboo stop and stare. If he remembered correctly, wasn't that... his own date of death in this timeline?
'We might not have died in the same year... but I guess you could say we died on the same day of the same month, huh?'
'Hajixia! And Hajishao! You two... I swear...'
Chu Bamboo shook his head. He sat down on the soft bed constructed by Nuwa No. 17. He sat there for a very long time, lost in thought, before finally flopping back onto it. He stared up at the bizarre, peculiar spheres on the ceiling, which seemed to be in constant motion.
「Half an hour later.」
Chu Bamboo finally came to terms with it. He forced himself to rally his spirits. 'Oh, well! Another lesson learned the hard way... My next life will be better.'
