C457 He Stood up from the Foot Tub

Mingo made a vow.

He would carry the memory of this day, this moment, for the rest of his life.

As the pitch-black "sun" plummeted to earth,

Cello Everett was casually on his phone.

He fired up QQ Music and picked out his favorite track.

"Beautiful bubbles, fleeting like fireworks!"

The familiar tune began to play.

Cello Everett grinned, set down his phone, and turned around.

"Mingo