I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

There is never a real morning in Slum 7.

Above their heads, a layer of haze that never dissipates over the years casts a sickly pale purple light on the holographic GG.

The so-called dawn was nothing more than the haze fading from inky black to iron gray.

Yu Yin carried her small cloth bag, which contained a few of her old clothes and her tattered textbook with its edges curled from repeated use.

Chang Liren had told her not to bring anything, but she insisted on carrying this small cloth bag.

Yu Wen also brought something with him.

On his lap was an old mechanical keyboard, worn smooth and shiny, with several keycaps worn down.

Throughout the entire basement, he didn't look back at anything, but he couldn't leave this keyboard behind.

It was written by him.

The book I'm about to write will also need it by my side.

Yu Yin walked to the rusty iron gate and reached out to pull it open.

With a creak, a gust of wind carrying the smell of rust and dampness rushed in from outside.

She turned around, grasped the handle of the wheelchair, and carefully pushed Yu Wen out.

A car was already parked at the entrance of the alley.

It was a pure black hovercar, with no fancy holographic logos on the body, and even the car emblem was hidden.

The car paint is so shiny you can see your reflection in it.

The rear side door was open.

Beneath the door, a milky-white accessible platform had silently unfolded from the bottom of the vehicle and smoothly rested on the wet ground. The slope was extremely gentle and the width was just right, specially prepared for wheelchairs.

A driver in a dark gray uniform got out of the driver's seat, nodded respectfully to Yu Wen, said nothing, and then turned to Yu Yin and extended his hand:

"Little girl, let me do it."

He took the handle from Yu Yin and pushed the wheelchair onto the platform.

As soon as the platform sensed the weight, it lifted the wheelchair onto it and steadily placed it into the carriage.

The carriage had been cleared out, with the seats folded up to the sides. The floor had slots for securing the wheelchair, and with a "click," the wheels were firmly inserted and remained motionless.

The driver turned around again and gestured for Yu Yin to enter.

The soft seats in the back were prepared for Yu Yin, and they were filled with a refreshing scent.

Yu Yin glanced back as she got into the car.

The rusty iron gate was still half open.

The basement inside, moldy and with water seeping through the walls, where she had lived for ten years, was dark and gaping, like a gaping mouth.

She watched for a while, didn't say anything, turned around, and got into the car.

……

The car took off silently.

The dark alleyways of the lower city rushed past the window: ruins piled with electronic waste, black market signs flashing suspicious red lights, homeless people huddled in the shadows, and the "Old Blind Man's General Store/Medicine/Cyborg Recycling" shop converted from a derelict cargo spaceship...

Yu Yin pressed her face against the car window, staring intently.

She had walked this area for ten years, and this was the first time she had seen it from this height.

The car passed through a light gate, which was the isolation layer separating the lower city and the middle city.

A pale blue light swept across the car window, and with a "beep," the gate opened silently.

The next second, Yu Yin froze in her seat.

The layer of haze that had lingered outside the window for years, tinged with a sickly pale purple, was gone.

It was a blue she had never seen before.

A very light and clear blue, a clean and pure blue.

The morning light streamed in through the car window, falling on Yu Yin's face and into her wide, open eyes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch the glass, as if to confirm that the thing outside was real.

She stood there stunned for a long time before slowly turning her head and looking at Yu Wen, whispering:

"Brother... Oh my god, so this is the color."

Yu Wen remained silent for a moment.

The blue sky was a memory hidden deep within his mind from the world before he traveled through time.

He had never truly seen anything like it once he was inside this body.

He felt a lump in his throat and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally hummed in agreement and said:

"It's this color."

Yu Yin didn't speak again.

She pressed her entire face against the car window.

Her breath created a small puff of white mist on the glass, which she hurriedly wiped away with her sleeve, afraid of obscuring the color she couldn't get enough of.

The car continued to fly forward.

The streets outside are clean.

The building is tall, and its facade is covered with light-colored, flowing strips of light.

There are green belts with real trees along the roadside, not the fluorescent plastic landscaping found in the downtown area, but real trees with visible leaf veins.

Early risers in the central urban area, dressed in clean clothes and carrying hot drinks, walk past those trees.

Yu Yin pressed her face against the car window, watching the people on the street, motionless.

She finally realized that this wasn't a bedtime story her brother was telling her, but rather the place where she would be living from now on.

The car stopped in front of a quiet residential area.