
About This Novel
During the Spring Festival of 2399, when people were preparing their plans for next year and rejoicing that they were one year older, countless meteorites fell from the sky and the air waves were not red and yellow, but green will-o'-the-wisps. News is forcibly occupying mobile phone screens; citizens, please go to the top of the mountain to hide...
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