Just as the words fell, Tu Laoyao was abruptly roused, his hands tightly grasping the armrests to the left and the right, and he cautiously gazed at either side, and said, “It, it’s like the painting again?” Song Shijiu let out a couple of sighs, and once Li Shiyi had been sighed awake, she raised a hand and rubbed her forehead, her voice remaining hoarse as she said, “Say it, then.” Her voice was soft like a young bird’s shed down, eliciting a soft tickle in the bottom tip of one’s heart, like those days she’d eaten and slept with her, when Song Shijiu had always wanted to curl in the crook of her arm, ears perked to hear the sound of her still not fully awake voice. Song Shijiu said in a secretive manner, “I’m quite terrific; indeed, I can slow down the effects of growth.” In the period of speech, the passengers inside the hold woke up one after another, some of them carrying their mugs and heading outside to brush their teeth, some of them wearing slippers to go look for a place to