Cinderella's head had departed, but the real Cinderella did not come from the Vatican. Perhaps she disdained sharing one last intimate moment before Su Bai's departure, or perhaps she deemed the ritual in Vatican Judgment Square tonight to be more important. For that, she suppressed her immense confusion and curiosity, for even if she inquired of the Pope or any of the Cardinals, she would still not get an answer.
Atop the walls of Naples City, Mr. Su Bai sat alone against a battlement, with two large cans of rum by his side. It wasn't to drown his sorrows, for there wasn't much for Su Bai to worry about at this time. Indeed, it would be too petty to fret over not having fresh food to eat when returning to the Land of Enlightenment.
Drinking the rum sip by sip—to tell the truth, Mr. Su Bai wasn't fond of its taste, but his mouth was unoccupied, so he habitually sought something to stimulate his taste buds.
