The hovercar, emblazoned with the insignia of the Counter-Intelligence Department, slowly moved away from the airspace above the prosthetic hospital. Looking down through the window, evening was about to set in; the people in the skyscrapers were still busy at work. Despite various upheavals, the city seemed to have changed little.
The First Region was still The First Region.
The Dumb Bird was still that Dumb Bird.
"Does it hurt?"
Lu Xiang gently touched Song Lan's braced nose with his left hand, watching him bare his teeth and grimace; suddenly, he found it somewhat amusing.
"It's better."
"The bridge of the nose is broken, it's going to hurt for at least five more days."
"I've thought it through already."
During the time it took to leave after his appointment, Song Lan had already planned out the next few days, "Starting today, I'm staying in bed and not getting up."
The weather was turning chilly; becoming one with the warm bedding seemed like a good idea.
