Lin Zhen's body was hurled backward, his head tilted upward towards the Sky Dome.
For a moment, time seemed to pause.
Above the sky, it appeared as if there was a figure of a person.
A young man dressed in blue-green clothes, his face adorned with a spring-breeze-like smile.
Lin Zhen had never seen him before, but he felt as if he had known him for a long time.
"Lin Zhen, what do you think life is?"
Lin Zhen was speechless, unsure how to answer.
"Life is a process, a cycle, a progression from birth to death, from non-existence to existence, and then from existence to non-existence again.
No matter where, no matter when, people are always exploring the meaning of life, but there will never be a standard answer.
But I believe, life should have its own meaning."
The young man raised his hand, plucking a flower seemingly out of thin air.
"If life is a flower, then your childhood and growth process is the blooming of that flower, up until your maturity, your fulfillment.
