VV shook his head:
"I still don't understand what you mean, unless you are a Space-Time Traveler, capable of traveling back to the world 600 years ago. Of course, this is just a hypothesis, with no scientific theory to back up this experiment."
Lin Xian smiled:
"It's probably just as you imagine, but you don't need to understand why, just do as I say."
Lin Xian had just stood in front of the statue, watching Rhine Sky City descend from the sky, only then truly understanding Zhao Yingjun's intention.
Even in this world, much of history is fabricated and false.
But in the long corridor of Zhao Yingjun's personal exhibition hall, she still left herself some truly historical bits.
The most crucial year was—
2026.
That year, Zhao Yingjun hugged her Pomeranian named VV for the last time, bid farewell, and slept in the Hibernation Pod.
Lin Xian didn't know whether Zhao Yingjun really had such a dog.
But he understood Zhao Yingjun's "implication."
