"Speaking of which, it’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
With such a sigh, he beca more acutely aware of the passage of ti in the real world. The midsumr seed to have passed in the blink of an eye, and unknowingly, the autumn mood rose, becoming more intense without notice. It was now almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Mid-Autumn..."
Staring at the bright moon, Kikyo softly repeated the term. She knew of this term but felt nothing towards it.
"This festival is quite important to you, isn’t it?"
"It is quite important. The Spring Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, these are the four major traditional festivals in a year..." Gu Mo said earnestly while habitually pulling out his mobile phone to take a look, only then realizing that there wasn’t even a base station on this island.
Surrounded by the vast ocean.
Even though there was no signal, he knew that there might already be so scattered ssages in the family group, which would increase in the coming days as everyone discussed... If you go back six or seven years, the entire family would agree to return to their hotown, almost annually.
But ever since the old ancestral house was demolished, this habit slowly beca a mory.
"Ti flies by so fast..." Gu Mo mused, then looked at the calm witch beside him, cleared his throat, "Ahem, I’ll probably have to go ho in a few days. I’ve been away from ho for so long, but it’s the rare Mid-Autumn Festival, I should see my parents..."
The witch was visibly taken aback, her eyes becoming sowhat surprised as she looked at him.
In her impression, he was already an unimaginably ancient Great Demon, so what would his parents be like...?
Unaware of what Kikyo was thinking, Gu Mo began to ponder seriously. His gaze swept over the vast, shimring green waves, calm like a mirror when the wind was still, glittering with waves when the wind blew. Now, he finally had the capital to do sothing in the real world.
Of course, not implying he was planning anything criminal...
But rather to bring so changes to his family.
...
...
While the future Immortal reflected on the Mid-Autumn Festival,
elsewhere, others were reflecting on it, though their words were filled with pessimistic and negative emotions—
"In a few days, it’ll be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Can’t believe we’ll be spending it eating prison food..." Ah Wei, a young man with glasses, sighed, resting his chin on his hand. Sitting on a chair, the room felt like an interrogation room, with just the seven of them, all silent, looking worried and distressed.
"It’s not really eating prison food, is it? Didn’t those police officers say they were just confirming the situation..." a sweet-looking girl said slowly, trying to comfort her companions.
"Let’s think about sothing else..." a quiet-looking young man sighed, looking dejected, "I just checked online, and we’re all famous now. Everyone online thinks we’re those arrogant, reckless tourists who wasted rescue resources with low-quality behavior..."
The air beca sowhat stifled.
Also sowhat oppressive.
They exchanged glances and sighed heavily. The outco wasn’t unexpected, given that the seven of them indeed ignored warnings and went missing for so long, turning it into a hot news topic. Being criticized online was inevitable.
"..."
"..."
After a brief silence, soone finally couldn’t resist raising the issue everyone was most concerned about but seed to subconsciously avoid: "Alright, let’s not talk about that. Do you guys think... that island... is real, or were we all hallucinating?"
"How could it be! It definitely wasn’t a hallucination!"
A short-haired girl imdiately blurted out, as if without thinking, or perhaps she’d been thinking about it all along, which allowed her to react so quickly—
"Not to ntion everything else, the photos and videos we took can prove it! Those can’t be fake, right?"
"That’s right, we even have photos..."
"So, that island really is Penglai Island..."
"And that Immortal... also that Immortal, I now find myself unable to recall his face."
As if a switch was flipped, others began speaking up, starting a lively discussion that once opened, couldn’t be stopped. With everyone passionately expressing their opinions, becoming more animated, speaking excitedly, their spit flying as they shared their views.
But they weren’t opposing their companions’ opinions. Like the iron-clad evidence of the videos and photos, proving it wasn’t mass hallucination, they instead joined the discussion more fervently, affirming their companions’ claims, becoming excited themselves.
"Alas, no point in saying more now. How could I have been so foolish back then, to miss the opportunity..."
A young man with tousled long hair, trying to highlight a lancholic, aged deanor, but looking more like an unkempt loser, raised his palm, seemingly wanting to slap himself hard. The regret and agony in his voice were apparent to everyone, naturally triggering a series of resonant regrets.
"Indeed..."
"Who would have thought..."
They all sighed, wishing they could go back in ti and stop their foolish, stubborn selves, wondering why they were so obstinate. Clearly, it was a place like a paradise, where the air seed capable of transforming people completely, and the village was so obvious.
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