At a little past six in the evening, Bai Yang finished school and returned home with Lian Qiao.
Bai Yang was in a down jacket, looking a bit like a Michelin tire man, while Lian Qiao was still dressed lightly, donning a gray fleece sweater, carrying his backpack, appearing to be a young mother just back from picking up her child from kindergarten.
"Based on the results of our experiments so far, anything confirmed by BG4MSR is unchangeable," Bai Yang climbed up to the eighth floor, panting, took out his keys to open the door, "No matter what you want to do, this world will always lead you back to its predestined track."
"This sounds as if destiny has already been fixed," Lian Qiao carried the bag, "as if we were puppets, controlled by something."
"Are you saying we don't have free will?" Bai Yang pushed the door open and turned to ask.
Lian Qiao nodded.
