1.
The shores of Santa Monica Bay, save for a specially cleared path, were thronged with tourists flocking for the Oscars. Surrounding them were mansions and buildings from the previous century, with the Hollywood Tower in Beverly Hills clearly visible.
As night fell, the sky gradually became dark as ink, the wind was blowing, and a rainstorm was approaching.
Fang Ruxue: "Where are you going?"
"A psychological clinic." Then Wen Xingze told Janice the address of her clinic.
Fang Ruxue nodded coolly.
Wen Xingze was certain that last night, he had seen a pot of daisies, in full bloom, slightly wilted by the heavy rain, on Janice's windowsill. Daisy season had long since ended; in the past two months, he had seen daisies in full bloom in two places: once at his home and once at Janice's clinic.
If the connection between the two universes is cut off, even the dwarves and the silver dragons proficient in space magic are helpless. Then which tribe can break the deadlock...it must be the Feather Tribe.
——They live in the Sky City, are always mysterious and indifferent to worldly affairs. According to legend, they are the "messengers of God" and the eighth largest race in the Muse Empire!
But this method must be covert enough, and it cannot be announced directly to Wen Xingze, because the "God" cannot be allowed to discover any clues.
"Aze, sit tight!"
Fang Ruxue's voice brought Wen Xingze back to his senses.
She wore a red dress, giving her a classic yet radiant look. She floored the accelerator with her high heels, and the car shot off like an arrow, exiting the Dolby Theatre and heading straight for the main street, driving through downtown Los Angeles with the aura of a race car!
Passersby were shocked and looked sideways.
Janice's clinic wasn't far from Hollywood, and Fang Ruxue, having driven at lightning speed, arrived just in time for the rainstorm. A fierce wind whipped through the streets, rustling posters. Wen Xingze stared intently ahead: Across this street, at the end, there's a small, loft-style flower shop...
arrive!
I was here last night. After turning a corner that cars can't drive through, I arrived at the clinic. There is a pot of daisies on the second floor of this clinic!
"Go quickly." Fang Ruxue knocked on the steering wheel.
Wen Xingze was about to get out of the car, but when he opened the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at her: "Sister Ruxue, I..."
"Don't say thank you," Fang Ruxue waved her hand and tucked her hair behind her ears with a smile. A jade hairpin was inserted in her long, black hair as silky as silk. "You know what I like to hear."
Wen Xingze suddenly understood.
Wen Xingze said sincerely and loudly, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the world!"
Fang Ruxue: "..."
Fang Ruxue suddenly felt like she was looking at Snow White's stepmother through sunglasses.
Wen Xingze was kicked out of the car by Fang Ruxue.
Without losing a second, he ran to the psychological clinic, but suddenly found something wrong: the door was locked with a rusty lock. Looking up, he could see the windows on the second floor were covered with ivy, and there were no potted plants.
It looked deserted and its appearance was very different from the warm and retro clinic decorated last night.
Not far away, several men in work uniforms carrying ladders were hurrying over. The leader said, "We need to hurry up. It's going to rain soon. Let's do some basic demolition work today and continue tomorrow..."
Wen Xingze: “?”
"Wait, this place is being demolished?" Wen Xingze went over, completely bewildered. "Isn't this a mental health clinic? It was still open last night. The doctor's name is Janice..."
"Clinic? Are you kidding?" The leading worker laughed heartily. "This used to be a used bookstore. It closed down at the beginning of this year and has been abandoned for over seven months!"
Wen Xingze: “???”
The workers behind him stared at him for a long time, and one of them suddenly glared and said:
"Wait, I've seen you before, are you from that movie?——"
"..." Wen Xingze pulled up his mask and said with certainty, "You've made a mistake."
He became even more nervous.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, and a torrential rain was about to fall. If the second divine punishment began, then... it would be too late!
"Can you lend me your keys? I need to go to the second floor. I have something urgent to do."
The leader saw that he was not in a good condition, and since this abandoned building was not a big deal, he opened the door for him. Wen Xingze ran all the way to the second floor, which was indeed the layout of a used bookstore, and there were no potted plants on the windowsill!
There was a loud thunder in the sky.
In a flash, Wen Xingze remembered there was a flower shop around the corner. Without giving it any further thought, under the workers' curious looks, Wen Xingze turned and went downstairs, running to the shop. An elderly woman wearing reading glasses was arranging flowers displayed outside, her little granddaughter helping.
In the sky? There are already small raindrops falling.
"Hello, do you have any daisies?" Wen Xingze's eyes turned red with anxiety and he was panting.
"Daisies?" The old lady raised her glasses. "It's the height of summer now, how could it be possible..."
Wen Xingze's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Grandma, did you forget? The daisies in our attic bloomed yesterday for some reason," the little granddaughter said happily. "I even made a bet with Eric, but he didn't believe it. He said he'd buy me breakfast for a month."
Wen Xingze's heart was rekindled: "...Can I go take a look?"
The little girl agreed and pointed the way to him. Wen Xingze took two steps at a time and ran up to the attic.
...Soon, he saw it.
In a dim little attic on an old street, next to a window frame, reflecting the inky black wind outside and the sky that seemed to be collapsing, a pot of young daisies swayed gently, glowing lushly.
Wen Xingze's heart had never been beating so violently in his life.
He could vaguely hear a voice he had heard long ago, a vague, weak, and gentle voice, pouring down from the colorful glass dome:
"We have no substance, nor should we have life. We are better at hiding our love than any other creature in the world."
"So, no matter where in this vast universe..."
“Please touch us.”
“Please touch us.”
He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand, but before he could touch the daisy, a sudden roar of thunder pulled his thoughts back to the real world.
It was raining heavily outside the window, the wind was blowing hard, and the street lights were gradually going out.
A broadcast voice, mixed with the hum of electricity, could be heard faintly from the first floor: "This is another global torrential rainstorm, and the Academy Awards ceremony is still going on..."
Snap. The storm was powerful enough to destroy everything, and suddenly, as if some invisible and delicate thread in the air had snapped.
The world has become an island.
——It’s too late.
The second divine punishment began.
It’s too late, too late, too late, too late, too late…
Wen Xingze felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, as if waves of sea water had flooded over his nose and the air had become thinner.
If only he had been smarter, if only he had come earlier, if only...
Wen Xingze's hand touched the flower, and the warmth in his palm passed through the roots of the flower, spreading to the deepest part of the soil, and penetrating into every pore where oxygen could hardly reach.
“…”
In just a few brief seconds, all the sounds in Wen Xingze's ears magically quieted down.
He felt as if he had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, his own breathing and heartbeat vibrating against his eardrums, while the raging and roaring storm not far away could not reach him. But then, from the depths of this silence, a sound rose, approaching from far away.
That voice is:
"Meow……"
"Meow!"
Wen Xingze suddenly looked up.
He saw a white cat slowly walking along the old air-conditioning exhaust duct outside the door. It was a long-haired cat with mandarin duck eyes, and its body was unexpectedly wrapped in a thin layer of white light. It slowly squeezed into the room through the crack in the window, and then let out a "wow"...
Vomited.
Wen Xingze: “???”
Vomited???!
Wen Xingze felt that his dignity was insulted.
But isn't this cat Jimmie? And...
Wen Xingze looked closely and saw the white cat's vomit move. A moment later, it moved again. Then, the palm-sized ball of vomit fluttered its wings, shook off the sticky liquid, and took flight.
It was exactly a month ago that the bird that would come to harass Wen Xingze on time every morning.
It was a silver-white bird, every feather of which was shining, and it almost looked divine in the dim little attic.
It folded its wings and landed on the windowsill. It tilted its head and looked at Wen Xingze for a moment, looking a little shy.
Wen Xingze stretched out his hand, and the bird seemed to want to rub against his palm, but suddenly it raised one of its wings and sniffed him, then took a half step back in a very autistic manner and hid behind the curtains.
White Cat: “…”
Wen Xingze: “…”
The white cat meowed loudly and swept the bird out from behind the curtains with its tail. The old white cat gave Wen Xingze a last smile and disappeared into the air.
The white cat, Jimitan, is a dead cat, but its spirit refuses to leave. So, it strikes a deal with the divine messengers. In exchange for a small favor, Jimitan gets to stay in the human world for a few more days and meet its former owner.
The first busyness was last night, asking Wen Xingze some questions on their behalf. The second busyness was now. Now that everything was over, it was time for it to leave.
Ignoring any attempts to keep him, the cat turned around and hurried into the rain.
The little bird tilted its head up to look at Wen Xingze.
Wen Xingze was also looking at it.
“Please touch us.”
The bird couldn't speak, so it lowered its head.
The never-ending dark rainstorm outside the window still beats against the window frame. The world is caught in an endless flood with no boat to ferry it across.
Wen Xingze bent his index finger and scratched Xiaoniao's forehead.
silence.
Complete silence for the next second, and the whole world buzzed.
In the violent shaking like the end of the world, the old and rotten wooden structures peeled off one after another, and light slowly descended from the distant sky, and the scattered white feathers formed a spiral ladder upward.
The silver-white bird folded its wings, took a half step back, and bowed deeply and deeply, with great piety.
A somewhat vague and gentle voice sounded in Wen Xingze's ears:
"Welcome to the Mobius Ladder, our king."
——It was the voice of Lois, the leader of the Feather Tribe.
The little silver bird spread its wings, its feathers dragging bright light as it merged into the vast and dazzling torrent in the sky. Amidst the tides and the whistling wind, it flew towards the top of the spiral staircase.
At the same time, the universe collapses.
“…”
——Everything that happened on this day was still called a miracle in meteorological research many years later.
Unexpected and global torrential rain came with great force, causing power outages in many cities. Reporters wearing yellow raincoats struggled to broadcast the situation live in the heavy rain, and the Oscar Awards ceremony continued.
And at this moment, the rainstorm suddenly stopped.
No movie special effects could simulate that effect. It was like a paintbrush erasing the heavy rain and strong wind.
The clouds quickly dispersed, and the sky suddenly broke with light, with crimson purple and golden red twilight pouring down. A raindrop fell from the tip of a lush green leaf, and a small puddle reflected the magnificent sky.
It's like a miracle.
Countless people around the world raised their heads at the same time?
Streets of Gran Canaria, Spain.
"This will be an extremely important day in the history of meteorology," the reporter muttered as he held the microphone. "It's clearing up..."
China, capital.
Director Zheng Xiao, who was editing a film, looked out the window at the clearing sky, adjusted his glasses, and switched on the live broadcast of the Oscars. The host announced, somewhat shocked, that the awards ceremony would continue, and that "Dust Planet" was about to win its third award...
"Not bad," Zheng Xiao looked at the stage and touched his chin, "Where's Xiao Wen?"
Country A, Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles.
Xu Qianqian and Zhu Bo argued over who was at fault while frantically refreshing their phones for any updates on Wen Xingze. Outside the Dolby Theatre, Fang Ruxue, who had been racing to and fro, hung her head in shame, accepting a lecture from her aunt, Ji Meng.
Ji Meng was just talking when she suddenly stopped and asked her, "Did you hear any sound?"
"Ah?" Fang Ruxue said, "No, no..."
Ji Meng made a 'hush' gesture to her, and after listening attentively for a while, she suddenly walked quickly to Fang Ruxue's sports car and squatted down.
"Meow..."
Under the car, a kitten with wet white fur was huddled inside, crying. It stared at Ji Meng with its mandarin duck eyes for a while, then walked over and rubbed her palm.
On the other side, Fang Ruxue waited for a while but Ji Meng didn't move. She felt confused and worried, so she walked over and said, "Aunt, what's wrong with you..."
Fang Ruxue's voice suddenly stopped.
——Ji Meng carefully picked up the young abandoned cat with one hand. She turned sideways in a somewhat embarrassed manner, wiping the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
The powerful, omnipotent, gifted, and forever proud actress Ji Meng that Fang Ruxue knew was crying inconsolably on this humid California evening that had just ended with a rainstorm.
2.
The Feather Clan is the messenger of God? This rumor has been around for a long time.
The original legend was that they lived in the Sky City, a place floating in the center of the universe, free and unfettered, like something out of myth, the closest to the gods.
Like a temple.
Apart from the Feathered Clan, only the lucky few who occasionally fail in teleportation during space jumps and fall into the cracks of the universe can come to the Sky City.
Another reason why the Feather Clan might be the messengers of God is what was told by a person who accidentally entered the Sky City.
All of the Feathered Tribe possessed a holy appearance, with silver hair and eyes, and wings on their backs. Their personalities were kind, gentle, compassionate, and selfless, possessing a unique and detached aura.
They don't look like living creatures, but rather like flawless statues.
This is the most perfect race, the one most qualified to serve God.
The world was not wrong.
The Feather Tribe is indeed a divine messenger, and the only race in this era to have seen a true "God." And the Sky City isn't a temple, but a...
prison.
In the 225th year of the Cosmic Era, Wen Xingze was separated from his parents during a space journey and fell into the Sky City through a space gap. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
The kind Feather Clan took good care of him.
"...How can I repay you?" Wen Xingze lay on the bed in a small wooden cabin built specifically to treat foreigners in distress. Inside and outside the cabin, there were members of the Feather Tribe with silver hair and eyes, dressed in pure white robes. "Thank you for saving me. The herbs must be expensive, too."
The leader of the Feather Tribe smiled gently. She wiped Wen Xingze's forehead with a hot towel and said:
"Mr. Wen, don't worry, we are very rich."
Wen Xingze: “…”
How touching.
"If you really feel bad about this, just lend us your map," the Feather Tribe priest said, handing the hot milk to Wen Xingze, his silver eyelashes drooping. "We want to see the outside world."
The Feather Clan cannot leave the Sky City in their entire lives. This city has restrictions specifically for them, and the 'outside world' is an absolutely forbidden topic... Moreover, their lives are also very short.
Only one year?
Every feathered creature will experience birth, growth, and aging in this short year. At the end of the year, it will turn back into a snow-white egg, and then usher in a new life, an endless cycle of reincarnation.
In a sense, this is the most perfect immortality. The new life will inherit the knowledge of the old life, but it is a different soul that wakes up every year.
The short life prevents them from being confused, doubting, or questioning the injustice of God.
These souls are born and die in groups. The only meaning of their lives is to serve the gods. They don't even have their own names.
...As the priest finished speaking, all the Feathered Tribe members fell silent.
"It won't be long, just... one month." The priest seemed to think that lending things to others was neither decent nor holy, and said with a look of embarrassment.
It is rare for a traveler to fall into the sky city through the cracks in time and space, and even if there is, those people are wary of them: this is normal, in this universe, there is no one who will show kindness for no reason.
In the eyes of those travelers, the Feather Clan is just a hypocrite with ulterior motives.
The priest knew he shouldn't have asked this, but there was only a month left.
The year is drawing to a close, one month left, and their lives will soon come to an end. But this world is so vast and beautiful, with miracles happening in every corner and at every moment.
They had heard that in the distance there was an Atlantis under the sea, endless snow-capped mountains, planets sleeping forever in the darkness, lighthouses, and underground cities... but they could never go to those places.
And they didn't dare to ask for too much, just seeing it was enough.
Wen Xingze: "Of course."
Wen Xingze handed them the parchment map. The Feathered Tribe members nervously and even reverently took it. Wen Xingze casually asked, "You've never been outside? If you have time, I can tell you."
The whole room was silent again.
After a moment, many pairs of silver eyes stared straight at Wen Xingze, and that look made people feel a little creepy.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Wen Xingze: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. If you don't want to listen, then that's fine—"
Patriarch: "It's a deal."
Wen Xingze: “……?”
After helping Wen Xingze change the medicine that day, the feathered people retreated gracefully with a smile. After turning the corner, they flapped their wings in joy, regardless of their manners.
The next day, a month-long storytelling conference hosted by Wen Xingze began. Every evening, all the Feathered Tribe would come regardless of weather conditions.
They nicknamed Wen Xingze "Little Andersen" because the stories he told seemed even more touching than fairy tales. In order to reciprocate, Wen Xingze also gave names to each member of the Feather Tribe.
"My country is called Muse. It started out as a barren planet with a garbage recycling station..."
"The elves actually love to plant things. The tomatoes they grow are orange-red, plump, sweet and sour—"
"The snow-capped mountains of the Dragon Tribe's main planet are incredibly beautiful. The sunset casts its twilight shadows on the silvery snow... Snow? The snow feels cool and soft, just like your hair."
This is the most unforgettable day in the lives of the Feathered People.
Under the boundless starry sky of the Sky City, sometimes the aurora covers the sky and daisies grow quietly in the corners of the soil.
They liked Wen Xingze's expression the most when he talked about the Muse Empire. The little human king gestured happily, as if some magnificent and romantic thing had taken root out of nowhere and a city had been built.
They carefully pondered every story, every word, every place Wen Xingze had told them, sketching images in their minds. In a virtual dream world where their imaginations seemed barren, they would travel with the little king, to snow-capped mountains, oceans, forests, and deserts.
The world is so beautiful.
A month passed in a flash, Wen Xingze's injuries completely healed, and all the stories came to an end. On the final night, the Feather Tribe waited by the daisy garden, watching Wen Xingze and listening to the final story.
"Finally, it's about the Sky City," Wen Xingze said. "In the distant sky, there is a city-state floating in the air. Here, you can touch the sky with your hands. There are auroras, starry skies, and houses with painted glass. The beautiful and kind Feather Clan lives here..."
"Finally, the young king asked the Feather Tribe, 'I have found a way to evade the restrictions of Sky City. Would you like to travel with me? Let's go to my country and see the ocean, forests, and deserts.'"
"And the Feather Tribe said..."
Wen Xingze stopped talking at this point in the story.
The Feathered Tribe looked at him with gentle and sad expressions.
They wanted to answer, but they couldn't.
From somewhere in the darkness, it seemed as if a sigh from God was heard.
This year ended as expected, and the Feathered Clan died when the first ray of sunrise rose, but unlike before, the same soul was reborn again in the same body.
The little king was confused. He didn't know the truth. "Why did you turn back into children?"
"Is this the life law of the Feather Tribe?"
Wen Xingze was a little nervous: "Is that so? Then, about that question from yesterday..."
The selfless messengers of God should not have ideals, obsessions, and love. This will make them more aware that they are not machines but real living individuals, and they will feel more painful about their own fate.
But even if it hurts, it's okay.
Even if it's just for a few short hours, they want to live for themselves for the first time in their lives.
"willing."
The Feather Tribe said.
The timeline returns to the present.
[Mobius's Ladder.]
The light was too strong to look at directly, so Wen Xingze had to close his eyes for a short time. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast, empty, pure white space.
He is the only one here.
He was holding a daisy in his palm.
This space seemed too quiet and flat. Humans standing on it seemed to be abstracted into two-dimensional objects. Under Wen Xingze's feet was a transparent spiral staircase. The entire structure was a bit like a DNA spiral sequence extending infinitely upward.
Wen Xingze walked up one step, and some fluorescent blue pixel-like spots appeared where he was standing. The spots disappeared immediately after he left.
"Isn't this too technological?" Wen Xingze thought, and what emerged in his heart was joy after emptiness and surprise.
He did it, he got here.
The mediocre and quiet life alone over the past month has often given him the illusion that the days he spent with his parents over the past year, filled with freshness and surprises every day, were all a dream.
But how did he get here? That silver-white bird must be the head of the Feather Tribe, but Wen Xingze had never seen them in this form before, so he didn't recognize them before. And where did the bird go? Is this spiral staircase the path to the divine realm?
Where are the Feather Tribe?
For some reason, Wen Xingze felt a little uneasy.
The Feather Tribe had always been a very self-destructive race, always keeping silent about their own affairs and always accepting death with equanimity. This was what Wen Xingze was most worried about.
A Möbius strip is a circular ring with its front and back sides connected end to end, forming a perpetual loop. Could this ladder be the same?
Wen Xingze was careful and placed the daisy on the step in front of him and climbed up.
Because the entire space was so monotonous, the concepts of time and space were blurred here. Soon, Wen Xingze could no longer remember how long he had walked or how far he had gone. This long staircase seemed endless.
After climbing up for a while, Wen Xingze saw a daisy on the step in front of him.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Damn, it’s really a cycle!
He knew it wouldn't be so easy to reach the divine realm directly.
Since it was a cycle, there was no point in continuing to climb the stairs. Wen Xingze climbed up again and saw the daisies in their original place again, which confirmed his guess.
Wen Xingze couldn't help but wonder, was there any clue he had missed? The only thing he could do now was...
He looked at the endless abyss beside the stairs.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Wen Xingze closed his eyes and jumped down.
The sound of wind passed by his ears, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed him, as if the oxygen in his lungs was being squeezed out. But soon, Wen Xingze's descent slowed, and a ball of snow-white light enveloped him.
In the frosty, snowy white light, Wen Xingze heard a familiar, gentle voice: "Welcome to the Mobius Ladder, our king, long time no see."
Wen Xingze had heard this opening line not long ago, when this ladder appeared. It turned out that it wasn't an opening line.
But it is the "beginning" of a letter.
This letter tells the truth known to the Feather Clan.
"The ending of the 'Cub Raising Plan' is God's trial. We've noticed this, but we can't tell you directly. Our power has only a minimal impact on this universe. So, we used Daisy as a medium and entrusted a cat..."
"We dare not make rash comments, but God is strict. From the very beginning, He did not intend to let anyone pass this trial. He did not want a new God—the road to the divine realm did not exist in the first place."
"The Mobius Ladder is a ladder woven from the wings of the Feathered Tribe, also built with our life energy. Time and space here are in an endless cycle, a rift between the human world and the divine realm. It's very close to the divine realm, but it can't truly lead to it."
"The true path to the divine realm will be guided by someone else." At this point, the Feather Tribe seemed a little dissatisfied and sour, but they quickly concealed it. "You only need to wait here."
Wen Xingze was in mid-air, wrapped in the warm light, and slowly descended onto a piece of suspended soil.
The land is covered with daisies, and among the daisies are round, snow-white eggs.
Wen Xingze: “…”
"By the time you read this letter, the Feather Tribe has already fallen into a long sleep, perhaps an eternal death." The gentle voice continued, "We have no regrets."
Wen Xingze: “…”
"No regrets?" Wen Xingze repeated this sentence, and he became angry.
No regrets?!
Is it fun to have the entire clan die just to build this ladder? Wen Xingze felt like he'd been hit on the head with a stick. He felt empty and angry. Before he could accept reality, he felt disappointed.
Is this what the Feather Tribe thinks? To sacrifice oneself for the sake of others? What is this?
"You guys don't..." Wen Xingze said sadly and disappointedly, "You don't want to see me at all?"
Empty and silent.
Wind and light slowly poured down from the dome.
The ball of light gently enveloped Wen Xingze, giving him a warm feeling. Just when Wen Xingze thought the letter had ended, one of the eggs moved, and a voice rang out again:
“Is ‘we have no regrets’ fake?.”
Wen Xingze: “?”
"We regret this deeply, but this is the only solution. The current Yu Clan is a very selfish race. We are not great or noble at all. We also want to see you and don't want to give you completely to other races."
"We want to wake up. Wake up and see you."
"So, cub, you must go to the divine realm, become a god, and then wake us up, okay? Don't make us wait too long."
"..." Wen Xingze thought, "wouldn't it have been over if I had just said this earlier?" He replied, "It's a deal!"
The eggs shook happily.
According to the head of the Feather Clan, Wen Xingze needs to wait for someone here, who can guide him to the true path to the Divine Realm.
In this endless cycle, the flow of time in space is blurred.
Wen Xingze sat down among the daisies and wiped each white egg.
After wiping, he lay down again and looked at the sky.
Looking again, it felt like the sky was collapsing... Yes, it was collapsing, as if someone was attacking from outside.
Finally, there was a loud bang.
Wen Xingze braided the grass stems into a knot. The wind blew the grass stems towards the abyss. When they were about to fall, they were held by a bony hand.
“…”
Wen Xingze only felt a shadow coming from the side.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of eyes. They were beautifully shaped, a rich yet cool shade of black, their brows like snow on distant mountains.
The man sheathed his sword and looked at him with his eyes downcast.
Wen Xingze glanced at Baidan, who was peacefully staying in the barrier, then stood up, brushed off the grass debris on his body, and said, "Let's go."
That person doesn't speak?
Wen Xingze took two steps, but the man did not follow him.
He wore a ring on his ring finger, a gift from Wen Xingze on his birthday. It wasn't a token of any kind. And Wen Xingze wore another ring on his ring finger.
Wen Xingze was almost speechless? Here it comes.
It was only natural that the person who was supposed to be his had returned to him. But in the past month, he had only dreamed about this scene countless times, but it had never actually happened.
The world seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The flow of time was slowed down to the point that a tiny breeze passing through a grass stem would take hundreds of millions of years. Countless planets were born and annihilated, and the world went from nothingness to nothingness.
Finally, the voice brought him back to the world.
"Wen Xingze."
Someone called Wen Xingze's name, then said in a low, cold voice and a very calm tone:
"Thirty-one days and sixteen hours have passed."
"...I think so. You're going crazy thinking about it."
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