Chapter 245

The night wind was a little cold. As he stepped out of the apartment building, Lin Mo instinctively pulled his coat tighter around himself.

Tonight’s conversation had been much shorter than what the simulator had described the night before. In just a little over ten minutes, he was done talking with Lucy.

Maybe in the simulated timeline, he and Lucy had gone into a braindance together—one of those “moon travel” BDs—and lingered far longer because of it.