Winter in the northern hemisphere this year came earlier than usual.
Before the winter solstice came, there were already chilly winds blowing in Jinling.
Sun Lieyang looked at his wife standing in front of him and the baby in her arms. His eyes flashed with reluctance. He took a deep breath of cold air and spoke.
"I'm going to leave."
The woman stared into his eyes, and she seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, she only spoke one sentence.
"Remember to miss me…"
"Don't be so sad."
Sun Lieyang gently pushed aside the bangs on her forehead that was messed up by the wind. He tried to engrave her face in his memory. He stared at his wife, smiled, and tried to sound brave.
"It's not like I won't be back. I think in at most ten years, going to the moon will be as simple as going back to my hometown on a high-speed train. Whether you come up to see me, or I come down to see you, it will be the same."
