Seeing this, Xu Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow.
Oh, the doctor is a romantic, this is the classic "I'd sacrifice the world for my lover" trope, she could almost guess the next plot direction.
She temporarily put aside her thoughts and turned the diary to the next page.
"January 29, 1377"
"Is that fireworks outside?"
"It seems today is a very important festival for them. I saw so many people taking to the streets, their faces radiating joyful and festive smiles."
"Through various coincidences, the train stopped at Jiulong Harbor City. For this city, many of us on the train have vague impressions, only knowing it's a gigantic mobile city, so large that it leaves a colorful mark on satellite maps."
"With a permanent population of four hundred and fifty million, the fragile ecological self-circulating system on the Saint Pusel seems like a toddler in comparison. It's so... so astounding that I cannot describe it in words."
