Perfect.
"Does anything truly perfect exist in this world?"
An Ning's question received a negative answer from Jiang Xia.
"I don't think so."
"What a coincidence. I feel the same way."
After finishing a bowl of dough drop soup, the two of them concluded their last small gathering before their departure.
Early the next morning, before the sky had brightened, a bus departed discreetly from the hotel.
When a few scholars, drawn by their reputation, came to visit, all they found were empty rooms. By then, the Huaxia Team was literally up in the clouds.
On the journey home, everyone fell asleep, finally able to relax.
They no longer had to worry about the competition, the time difference, or, most importantly, their personal safety.
The moment they set foot on the soil of their homeland, their hearts felt even more at ease.
'This scent… it's the smell of safety.'
'No one will be firing a gun in the middle of the night. How wonderful.'
