9612 planets?

Ed?

These numbers instantly transported Linghu Lan and Tantai Yu to a vast universe, making them feel as if they were traveling through space, with every place filled with magical and dreamlike colors.

"This is your planet? How do you live on this planet?" Linghu Lan looked around and asked uncertainly.

Ed looked tenderly at his sheep, roses, and the baobab trees that were about to sprout in the distance, and said, "This is my own planet. Living here actually involves a lot of work every day. Like the baobab trees, if I don't clear away their seeds in time, they will grow into towering trees and eventually burst the whole planet. Fortunately, I have these sheep to help me now, so I can spend more time with my roses. So my life is actually quite meaningful, isn't it?"

“It is indeed quite meaningful, but don’t you watch the sunrise and sunset?” Linghu Lan looked at the bright light not far away, as if the sun was about to rise from the edge of the green grass. However, the sky was too blue, as if someone had drawn it on with crayons. Linghu Lan was certain that the sun would never rise from there.

Ed looked into the distance with an unnatural expression, seemingly embarrassed that the sun had not yet risen.

"Oh, that was a long time ago. Ever since I returned from my interstellar travels, I haven't wanted to see the sun or the sunrise for a long time. Actually, watching the sun is a very sad thing, isn't it?"

Linghu Lan smiled, her gaze fixed intently on Ed, as if trying to see right through his face. "Is it that there's no sun to see, or that you simply don't like looking at the sun anymore?"

Ed was annoyed by Linghu Lan's gaze. He didn't really want to talk anymore and walked towards his rose: "Isn't it good to look at the rose every day? Why look at the sun? Looking at the sun only makes people feel down. The rose can keep me company and talk to me. Isn't that better!"

Rose looked proudly at Linghu Lan and said, "I am the only rose in the world. Why don't you look at me? That silly sun looks the same every morning and evening. It just keeps rising in the east and setting in the west. Does it know that its sunlight stings my delicate skin? Why should I look at the sun? Only bored people look at the sun."

“Only an arrogant rose would think she is unique in the world.” Linghu Lan stood up, looking at Rose and Ed with a mocking gaze.

Rose's already red face flushed even more: "Dare you say I'm not one of a kind in the world?"

"no!"

Linghu Lan smiled, took out a pen from her body, and drew a glass dome on the lush green grass.

The moment the painting was completed on the glass dome, it instantly became as real as if it were real, so lifelike that Linghu Lan felt as if she were Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush.

When she lifted the glass cover, there was another delicate rose inside, looking exactly like Ed's rose.

Rose exclaimed, "Impossible! You imposter! Why do you look exactly like me?"

The rose that Linghu Lan drew was not to be outdone, and it also scolded in a coquettish voice: "You are the imposter. Every rose looks almost the same. Why do you say that I look like you? Why don't you look like me?"