"Ah, there you are."
A familiar voice came from afar.
Su Ming'an looked toward the source of the voice.
In the silent ruins, the only moving figure was strikingly clear.
The man was wearing a coat with English lettering painted on it, and the metal ornaments on his shoulders shimmered with a golden edge of sunlight.
He stepped over large rocks and leapt down, landing on the protruding rebar, with his back to the sun, looming over them.
His clothes were very clean, and there was no sign of any injuries or blood on his body. The apocalypse outside hadn't troubled him at all, not even tucking his clothes neatly.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find you anywhere in Qiongdi," Su Ming'an looked up at the figure, "So it turns out you really did run out to the wild, even went outside."
"..." The man tilted his head slightly, and a few strands of sunlight scattered down with his movement.
