Still holding each other's hand, the two of them left the Verdigris-building and turned into a side street. A dry yet not really hot summer wind blew into their faces and made their hair, sleeves, and the hem of Jinshi's mask flutter. Maomao kept an eye on the latter while walking so that it wouldn't fly up and accidentally expose his face.

"Your sister's really nice," Jinshi spoke after a while. "The elderly lady, however, is a bit... uhm..." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his free hand, trying to find the right word.

Maomao sighed.

"Hah... it's fine, I get it. Yes, that's how she is. A stingy, moneygrubbing old hag. Don't take her words too much to heart. As long as you listen to me, you won't get in trouble with her."

With every step they took, their surroundings changed more and more, until finally becoming the ones Maomao knew her entire life.