The warm yellow lights lit up one by one, as the boundless blue sea in the distance submerged into the sky.
Students with backpacks rode bicycles past the boulevard, young couples kissed under the lights; everything was no different from a normal school... except for the occasional horns and tails they sprouted.
Su Ming'an and his companions walked in the fragrance of gardenias, with clusters of white flowers adorning the branches.
"No new memory clips appeared, could it be that the daily plot is not appealing anymore? Perhaps the World Tree prefers melodramatic plots, like that rich young master just now." Hui Bei mused, stroking his chin, "The World Tree's preferences can change. Sometimes when it's tired, it likes mindless stories. Other times when it's bored, it prefers something with depth. Recently, it seems to be in a mood for mindless melodrama plots."
