April, 20X1 Africa, Sahara Desert, Inside Dome no.9.
It was exactly noon. Under a date palm tree full of mature fruit, Zhang Xingyang put his head on his arms, covered his face with a cloth cap and rested on a soft lawn.
But he didn't go to sleep, he was thinking about something.
Three years. He had been here for three years. From 25 to 28 years old. His precious youth had been spent here.
"Desert Free City, a free and open place, embracing unlimited possibilities."
Zhang Xingyang, who'd worked in a restaurant a few years ago, coincidentally heard this advertisement. Upon seeing the city under the giant transparent glass cover, he was struck by an impulse. Without knowing why his head had suddenly become hot and he'd signed up to come here.
