Everything returned to silence.
On the quiet street, Ye Qingxuan pushed the wheelchair along, walking slowly, like he was taking a stroll after dinner. Watson sat in the wheelchair, a blanket on his knees, enjoying the service from the noble Grand Inquisitor. As if he could feel an aura very different from that of the past, Watson sighed softly. "You've changed."
"Oh?" Ye Qingxuan laughed. "For better or for worse?"
Watson shook his head. "You've gotten stronger."
Ye Qingxuan asked, "Isn't it a good thing?"
"Yeah, it's good." For reasons unknown, Watson couldn't help but sigh softly. "Very good."
"With me being away for a long time, I didn't expect you to be getting by alright." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "I thought you would be a bit more miserable, waiting for my rescue."
Watson snickered. "Haven't you realized something? As long as they stay away from you, anyone can get by alright."