Boom!!!!!!!
Boom!!!!!!!
Boom!!!!!!!
At 00:42, the punctual white light arrived, submerging everything.
Just as time had submerged history.
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A not-so-pleasant furniture smell filled Lin Xian's nostrils as he opened his eyes.
He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
He was still somewhat disoriented.
He sat up, pulled open the curtains, and looked at the almost disc-shaped moon outside...
Unable to find a single history book among tens of thousands of water-damaged volumes, Lin Xian felt intuitively that this was not normal.
Were history books strictly controlled and not allowed to circulate in the market?
Or was it that...
History itself was being controlled, keeping people from knowing what had happened in the past?
But what was the point of doing this?
Lin Xian scratched his flattened hair, somewhat puzzled.
"History, after all, is a matter of fact that has already happened; it serves mainly an educational, cautionary, and understanding purpose."
