The high rises bore the sunset, wisps of white smoke trailing out like a silk ribbon that could not be torn, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the rosy sky.
Beneath the screen, a white-haired young man looked up at this scenery.
A thick layer of dust still lingered in his pupils, and the expression on his face was extremely rigid, even his eyelids were stingy in lifting any higher.
"...This is just right," he murmured as he looked around.
In the hall, the screen in front of him displayed the pink sunset, the screen to his side showed a stream flowing under a small bridge, and the screen behind showed white birds returning to the forest... These virtual sceneries of spring were reflected on the screens, creating an electronic simulation of spring.
Several rushed footsteps approached, and a mechanical being moved in, conveying the voice of a deity:
"Lin Guang, I've been held up, so I'm sending you a message through this machine, Su Ming'an should be heading your way."
