The rain washed over every corner of the town, as black blood coalesced into a stream, slowly flowing towards the low ground.
The lush green grass purified the black blood at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
The charm of nature lies in this: no matter how humans destroy it, it will slowly recover to its original state.
Time is long, but it never loses; humanity will never win either.
"Xiao Fan, if I had known your words were so effective, I wouldn't have become a lawyer before the apocalypse," Bai Anhai said as he looked out at the heavy rain, "I should have been a law-abiding stockholder."
Bai Yifan blinked, wearing an expression of dim-wittedness, "…What?"
"Nothing, the heavens are fair."
Bai Anhai shook his head calmly.
A fool's luck is something to be savored deeply.
Bai Yifan scratched his head, not understanding, and continued cheerfully watching the town being washed by the rain.
