Chapter 89 Perfect Timing

• It was just like that night ten years ago when she and Beanpole sat on the orphanage rooftop, counting stars together and finding solace in each other.
• The night sky stretched endlessly like ink spilled across a canvas of pure black. Stars scattered across it like game pieces. The mountains were silent, and the universe was vast.
• Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the heavens, leaving a luminous tail in its wake.