The prosperity of Majula Hive City was steadily on the rise.
Everyone lived in harmony and joy.
On the main streets, even mortal enemies from rival gangs would hold hands, gazes lingering and affectionate, playfully leaning against one another with coy, teasing antics. One would talk about the guitar, the other about the bass, and suddenly drop a line like "Actually, I could be your guitar too," before covering their face with a shy smile.
Chapter 897