[… He was the wealth of civilization. From the moment the torch was lit, his life no longer belonged to only himself. His torso turned into soil and earth, his blood turned into mountains and rivers, living in people's hearts forever in another form.
[However, the longing for light and heat of all creatures in nature is eternal. This is not to get more out of him, it is only because we have not yet come out of the pain of losing him…
[January 11th, 2025, Beijing.]
It had been almost a year since the disaster on Mars.
For the past year, Xiao Tong had been writing in a diary every day, hoping to find a moment of peace away from grief.
Xiao Tong wrote the date on the footer, closed the diary, and sighed softly.
It had been three days since she came to Beijing. In these three days, it rained at least two times, and not once did the sky clear up.
As for why she came here at this point in time…
