When Ji Rongxinyue was dreaming, Ji Xinghe was also dreaming.
He had been dreaming these days, something that he'd never thought possible.
For fifty-six years, he only needed to sleep four or five hours a day. Without the dreamless deep sleep, how could he be so energetic every day?
But he didn't find it strange, for this was not the first time in the past fifty-six years.
He had some dreams when his parents died, some when his wife died, some when he learned of his son's sacrifice.
And now, he began to dream again, eleven days, nine dreams.
...
The first dream.
The General Mecha could not withstand the power of the nuclear explosion. The tungsten steel body was vaporized in an instant. His body inside was reduced to ashes scattering on the Alien Planet, indistinguishable from the dust that had existed for billions of years.
