Chapter 333: Hundred Years of Solitude
For the next two minutes, Qilin quietly listened to Vermilion Bird talk about the whole matter.
“Okay.” Qilin lowered his phone and turned to Alcoholic. “I believe you now.”
“Haha, hahaha...” Alcoholic swung the empty bottle around and burst out laughing, her voice cracking. “Oh, fate, what a wondrous thing it is...” Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
She laughed for a good while before turning to her two drinking companions with content. “Alright, now that we’ve finished the bottle, I’ll tell you. My Talent is Time-Space Spirit, serial number 3.”
Qilin and Surnamed Li shared a look. That must be the top Time-Space Talent.
Alcoholic sounded quite proud. “As for what it can do...well, you only have to know two of them: spatial teleportation, and time travel.”
Alcoholic cackled. “But it isn’t as powerful as you would think. There are many restrictions. I can only teleport once every fortnight, and once every year for time travel, and for only one hour. Moreover, I cannot go to the same day twice.”
Qilin and Surnamed Li were bemused.
Soon, Qilin said, “Alcoholic, I have a question...”
“I know what you want to ask,” Alcoholic interrupted her. “I cannot teleport through the mist, which means my range of movement is limited to Li City and the other isolated islands.”
Surnamed Li then chimed in, “I also have a question...”
Alcoholic cut her off again, “Do you want to know if I’ve gone to the future?”
Surnamed Li nodded with a smile.
“I did. And not only the future, I’ve gone to the past as well.” Alcoholic’s voice dropped low as she trailed off. Her eyes looked suddenly ancient, and she leaned into the couch, letting out a long sigh.
“There is no past, nor is there a future.”
Qilin’s heart sank, catching onto what she meant.
Surnamed Li fell silent too.
“This damn world has neither a past or a future.” Alcoholic scoffed. “Do you catch my drift?”
Of course Qilin and Surnamed Li understood what she was saying, but it wasn’t easy for them to accept the truth.
In a much quieter voice, Alcoholic said with bone-deep tiredness, “The earliest point in time I’ve gone to is the year 1920. I cannot go any further into the past.”
“And the latest point in time I’ve gone to is the last night of the Crimson Tide. I cannot go any further into the future no matter what I try.”
“From 1920 to 2018.” Surnamed Li looked up. “A total of 98 years.”
“No, a hundred years.” Qilin’s voice grew colder. The conclusion shocked him to the core.
Suddenly, a sorrow and grimness that shouldn’t belong to someone of Little Tian’s age surfaced in his clear eyes.
He could clearly sense a life that was both tremendously powerful and tremendously fragile meet its end.
Ten seconds later, the light coming from the RV went off.
The drizzle continued. The quietly blooming lotuses in the lake looked lonely in their grace.
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F Island, Naldives.
On the last day of their vacation, Gao Yang and his family hadn’t had anything planned.
They slept in until ten o’clock in the morning. After having a leisurely breakfast with Wang Zikai, they each packed up for the return trip.
Originally, Wang Zikai had the most luggages, but along with the villa, everything had been reduced to nothing and sunk into the ocean due to the fight with White Dew.
The silver lining was that Wang Zikai, knowing how unorganized he was, had left his passport to Gao Xinxin for safekeeping when arriving at Naldives, which ended up a lifesaver. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to go home until much later.
Their flight was nine o’clock at night.
In the afternoon, Gao Yang and his family, plus Wang Zikai, strolled in the tropical forest on the island. Came evening, they watched the beautiful sunset on the beach, feeling the sea breeze hitting their face.
They promised that three years later today, the summer Gao Xinxin graduated from highschool, they would come back here, along with Wang Zikai.
They were all happy when they made the promise—except Gao Yang. He didn’t know if he could even live another three years.
After dinner, they took a seaplane to the airport and caught the flight back to Li City. Arriving at dawn the next day, they went back to their actual home, and Wang Zikai returned to his.
They caught up on some sleep. It was already noon when they woke up.
Since there was no time to prepare a proper lunch, Gao Yang’s mother made everyone a bowl of noodles with tomatoes and stir fried eggs.
They slurped on noodles around the table. His father sang the chef praises, “Hm, so good! Not even the most luxurious meals made of the most expensive ingredients could compare to noodles made by my dear wife!”
His mother shot his father a cool look. “Shut it and eat. You don’t have to prove to us that you can speak.”
“The greatest value of going on a trip is to make you realize that no place is better than home.” Gao Yang blurted out the line he had seen online.
“Geez, you’re so cheesy, bro!” Gao Xinxin smirked. “You must have gotten a girlfriend. You’re becoming a bigger sap day by day!”
Rather than protesting, Gao Yang opted to play along this time. “Yeah, I found you a sister-in-law who’s got fair skin, a pretty face, and long legs. I’ll bring her back home someday.”
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