Yanqing, who had lived for two hundred years, died.
The mission failed and crashed from space, but he was taken home as a seriously injured person by the chief scientist of mankind.
The beautiful scientist pressed her on the hospital bed and slid her fingertips over the bleeding bandage:
"Heartbeat is abnormal, Miss Yan."
On a night filled with disinfectant, she smiled and bit the beauty's earlobe:
"No one has dared to give me such a thorough physical examination in many years... Dr. Yun, continue?"
Until I saw the red lines behind each other's ears when they were intimate.
That was the epitaph she carved on her lover's bones with her own hands two hundred years ago.
On the night when the new plan was put into operation, Yun Jin screamed and smashed the laboratory:
"I bet on the end of my life, but ended up in the bed of the one who started the end?!"
When he returned, Yanqing had lost his arm and was hanging in space.
The bloodstains on the spacesuit left on the ground were still wet, and there was a note attached:
Necessary sacrifices are worthy of praise, Jin. Perhaps I will soon know whether emotion is the only way to break the shackles of the human soul.
Yun Jin puts on a blood-stained spacesuit and broadcasts around the world:
"Either you crawl back on your own—
Or I blow up the high-dimensional channel and let the whole universe die in our bed! "
Mission: No matter what difficulties and challenges we face, never give up on light and love