I have heard the ending of an ancient story.
On that day, the ice would melt and flow like spring water, and spring would come to me.
On that day, all things would awaken in the wind, and flowers would open their sleepy eyes.
I heard the magnificent yet gentle voice of civilization—
It was the sound of its bones growing and trembling.
...
Su Ming'an stood up in the lake water.
The figure of Hui Bai faded away in silence, leaving only Xiao Na standing there.
"So, humanity still has five billion seven hundred and sixty-seven million two thousand six hundred and nine chances…" Su Ming'an's fingers glided over the black and white piano keys, from high notes to low notes.
No wonder Xiao Na insisted earlier: If Su Ming'an learned the truth, he couldn't take everyone back to hide in Yuanyuan's dream.
