222 Fulfills its mission.
I remember that I was once a ball of transparent light, floating in the sky above Victoria Harbor, watching the neon lights light up and dim. I remember that fireworks exploded overhead, bullets passed through the man's body, and he fell to the ground.
He remembered it clearly.
Now, 222 is sitting on a bench in Victoria Harbor, looking down at his hands. With body temperature. Textured. The nail caps are light pink. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a soft clicking noise—the sound of bones.
He stood up. On the bench lies a manila envelope: ID card, employment notice, and a key.
The name is: Xu Ai.
He went to that company. The boss's name was Shen Yu - the man who fell in a pool of blood. The partner's surname is Song - the one who raised the gun.
The charming and ignorant charmer vs. The flower-protecting messenger
Intention: Love cannot drown people.