I didn't have much to say, so we both just looked up at the stars.
By the time I returned to my small room, it was already the wee hours. I checked my phone and saw messages, mostly from Miao Fengwu; the rest I had already blacklisted.
Lu Chen, Heizi, Zhang Duo, Liu Zi'ang, and Yun Tiansheng.
I didn't keep contact information for any of them.
Each had, in their own way, accompanied me for a part of my journey; now all the love and hate had blurred in my mind.
If they were doing well, I wished them happiness.
If they encountered anything they couldn't solve and it was within my means, and the money was right, I was willing to lend a hand.
But as friends, there was no longer a need.
The reason I kept Ren Xiang's contact was because his family's paper-crafting skill was impeccable, which may come in handy in the future.