In the hotel room, Lou Cheng stood beside the windows. Looking towards the lights of homes that looked just like the milky way, he thought back quietly about the matter of crabs and Yan Zheke.
Many of the details had disappeared in the stream of time. All that was left were some blurry images. However, the practical thing had integrated into his instincts and became subconscious. He might not feel anything most of the times but when a familiar scene struck, everything would suddenly become so clear as though they had just happened. Feeling the vivid and eternal trails, Lou Cheng knew that these were what had been supporting him.
He looked on quietly for some time while counting down silently towards the end of Yan Zheke's lesson. He took out his phone and started typing but silently deleted it soon after.