"I've never met Zhao Yingjun, didn't experience anything about a 'City in the Sky,' never played the game of picking up paper scraps with her, and never picked garbage in front of her statue for centuries. So even if you keep talking to me about this woman, I feel nothing, in short... I'll stick to betting on Chu Anqing!"
Lin Xian let out a breath from his nose.
There was an indescribable feeling.
No wonder...
No wonder Professor Xu Yun would rather die in this era, never seeing his daughter wake up in his lifetime, than sleep in the Hibernation Pod and forget with Xu Yiyi.
No wonder Zhao Yingjun in the Third Dreamland would rather wake up every ten years, stabilize her memories for a half year and then hibernate again, preferring to overload and damage her body and mind rather than lose her past memories.
This was the weight of memory, as well as the significance of memories.
