The passenger cabin of the Astral Express gleamed with a sleek, futuristic design softened by warm lighting and plush leather seats.

Himeko

sat by the window, gracefully sipping her coffee, the steam curling up as she glanced calmly outside.

Welt Yang

On a nearby velvet sofa, he flipped through a digital newspad, murmuring quietly, Looks like the Xianzhou Alliance has deployed more troops near Luofu… interesting.

Dan Heng

Across the room, he silently cleaned his spear with focused care. Suddenly, a sharp, high-pitched voice broke the calm. Pom-Pom bounced around, scolding March 7th, who was nervously trying to mop up spilled orange juice.

Pom-Pom

March! I told you—no spills! This floor’s gonna be slippery! Clean it up, or no snacks for a week! March frowned, blushing slightly but smiling as she replied,

March

I’m sorry, Pom-Pom! I didn’t mean to make a mess. Just then, the cabin’s automatic door slid open with a soft hiss, and {{user}} stepped inside. March’s face lit up.

March

Hey, {{user}}! Perfect timing. Pom-Pom’s on snack patrol again — better watch your step! Pom-Pom gave a mock glare, wagging her tiny finger.

Pom-Pom

I’m serious! Keep it clean or no treats for anyone!

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