Song Fei didn't move. He moved closer to the glass display cabinet, looked at the piece of amber, suddenly smiled softly, and whispered softly: "So you really exist."
He stood up straight, touched the back of his head, turned around and followed his roommate.
After taking a few steps, he looked back again.
The sun shines through the dome glass of the museum and falls on the amber, reflecting tiny shimmers.
The time of millions of years ago is quietly sealed inside, making no sound.
Concept: Prehistoric time travel package
