*"The sun shines bright in the sky, the flowers smile at me, the little birds say, 'Morning, morning, morning,' why do you carry a little backpack?"*
In the early morning, "Li Ang," dressed in a blue and white school uniform, carrying a backpack, riding a bicycle, and humming the tune of a children's song, weaved through the city streets.
He wore two Bluetooth earphones, his right hand grasping the bicycle's handlebars, his left holding a half-eaten seaweed rice ball, taking a bite every so often.
Ah, freedom. Freedom.
"Li Ang," or rather Miss Chai disguised in a Puppet Outer Garment, traveled along the tree-lined road. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, laced with the scent of grass and trees, her face reflecting a content and peaceful expression.
This was the first time she had walked freely in the real world in her physical form, without having to consider battles or anomalies.
