Lin Xian looked at CC without speaking.
In the end.
He nodded:
"Alright."
He didn’t say anything more, rubbed the top of CC’s soft head, and said with a smile:
"Then let’s... go back to Brooklyn."
Perhaps for CC, the changes in her life over the past few days were too overwhelming to accept or believe.
Lin Xian understood this very well too.
When he first realized that the Dream World was the real world 600 years later, he had the same feeling of resistance.
Just a few days ago, CC, as a poor girl from Brooklyn, had nothing, wandering the streets, unable to even afford the luxury of smelling a hot dog.
But in the blink of an eye.
She moved into the highest hotel in all of Manhattan, tasted the finest foods, wore the most beautiful dresses to attend the most luxurious balls...
Who wouldn’t feel the same way in such a transition, just like "Alice in Wonderland," being anxious and uneasy?
Especially now, during the Cold War, nuclear war seemed imminent in the hearts of the world’s people; the blinding white light of a hydrogen bomb explosion and the massive mushroom cloud jolted CC’s thoughts back to reality.
Lin Xian had a servant bring up a huge suitcase.
CC packed all the clothes, accessories, and other items she bought in Manhattan into it, leaving no trace in this unfamiliar yet bustling city.
Afterward.
They headed back home.
This time, as they passed over the Brooklyn Bridge in a taxi, things were different.
On the way there, they rode a motorcycle in the night breeze, the hem of a white wedding dress fluttering in the air; on the way back, they sat inside the car, perfectly dressed in exquisite attire.
The only crease was CC clutching Lin Xian’s sleeve, only releasing her grip after the car truly crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.
PM.
The two checked into a hotel in Brooklyn Heights.
The room wasn’t large, a standard twin room, with two single beds, a set of tables and chairs, and a black-and-white television in a space of over twenty square meters.
The conditions and standards couldn’t pare to Manhattan, but in Brooklyn, it was considered quite good, at least it was very clean.
CC liked this small yet cozy environment.
She giggled as she jumped onto a bed as soon as she entered:
"See, I told you, it’s more fortable to stay in a small room like this; a room too big really makes people feel insecure. pared to Manhattan... I still prefer Brooklyn."
Lin Xian smiled slightly, pushed CC’s giant suitcase to the corner, and sat on the chair:
"Before you said your life dream was to live in Manhattan, has that changed? Are you giving up just like that?"
"It... it’s not like I’m giving up."
CC hugged a pillow and sat up, looking at Lin Xian:
"Dreams, once realized, that’s good, right? I’ve been to Manhattan, been to the top of the Empire State Building, there’s nothing more to regret."
Lin Xian opened the silver briefcase he had snatched from the mobsters.
Inside were still stacks of US dollars, green and untouched.
In this era, spending such a large sum of money was challenging...
"Is there anything else you want to do? Or, something you want?"
Lin Xian pointed to the money in the briefcase:
"We still have so much money left."
"Do we have to spend it all?"
CC tilted her head, puzzled:
"We can just save it for later, right? After all, life is so long."
"Uh..."
Lin Xian was momentarily speechless.
[There’s not much life left...]
Now, it was already November.
Although he didn’t know the exact day of the First Generation Pillar CC’s birthday, it was undoubtedly getting closer.
It’s possible that in the next few days, the day after, or even tomorrow, will be CC’s 20th birthday.
So far, CC showed no signs of turning into a Millennium Stakes.
But perhaps the transformation from a normal person to a Millennium Stakes occurs in just an instant; in short... CC’s life had begun its countdown.
The reason Lin Xian came to 1952 was to witness this history and seek a way to save the Millennium Stakes from this point.
He couldn’t change history, nor was he allowed to.
To avoid breaking the kite string connecting the timeline to the year 2234, he could only watch CC turn into Blue Stardust and disappear without intervening.
This was already...
The second time he had to witness a Millennium Stakes girl fading away.
He felt guilty.
Truly guilty.
So.
The only thing he could do now, like Aladdin’s Lamp, was to fulfill CC’s wishes, make up for her regrets, and make her only remaining time happier and a little more fulfilling.
"Don’t worry, we won’t run out."
Lin Xian smiled and patted the briefcase, continuing:
"You see, we’ve been lavishly spending for so long, but the money in this case doesn’t seem to decrease at all. So if you have any dreams, any wishes, or regrets, just say them boldly, and I will help you achieve them."
"Really, there’s nothing, Lin Xian."
CC smiled sweetly:
"Thanks to your care, I’m already very happy and don’t feel like I have any regrets in life."
"No rush, you can think it over."
Lin Xian leaned back in the chair:
"We don’t have much to do right now, and your life’s dreams and regrets shouldn’t be just going to Manhattan, right?"
"There must be other wishes, whether big or small, just say it... after all, this money is ill-gotten, and it would be better to spend it sooner for some peace."
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