Standing in front of the door, watching that figure descend the staircase, I felt a wave of melancholy.
After half a month of interactions, one couldn't say there wasn't a bit of emotion.
Closing the door, looking at the empty room, I was dazed for a long time. After a while, I came to my senses, tidied up the room a bit, and then called The Grimy Master.
By noon, I arrived at Hexagon Lane to meet up with The Grimy Master.
The Grimy Master had reverted to his old appearance, wearing a shabby and dirty Taoist robe, his hair disheveled, looking incredibly unkempt.
Somehow, I found this especially pleasing to the eye; the attire during the Cove Bay trip was simply too flashy, this was much more low-key.
"Fellow Thompson! Long time no see!"
The Grimy Master got out of the car and enthusiastically shook hands.
