September 2nd, Ancient Pine Tower, clear skies.
As for whether it'll stay clear later, who knows.
Du Yu sat in the passenger seat of the jeep, gazing at the fast-flying forest outside the highway, his mind conjuring up scenes from his last entry into the tower.
That neon-lit, rainy night street—just the memory felt so cold. Not to mention the strange, misty figures drifting across the avenue.
"Ying~" Lin Shiwei was driving, and from the gap between her two coat buttons, a furry little head suddenly popped out, softly calling Du Yu.
Clearly, Xiaoyan sensed her master's heavy mood and tried to comfort her.
Both Lin Shiwei and Du Yu were dressed in black coats—maybe they should be called battle robes.
Their tall collars stood up, covering the lower half of their faces. Unlike the Beard Tree Coat, though, this "Black Rock Tree Coat" had no hood.
