If 89 degrees 55 minutes 22 seconds east longitude is my dream, then 40 degrees 29 minutes 55 seconds north latitude is my destiny.
The Painted World of Loulan closely links Loulan and me.
"I have been waiting for you for 17 years, and you are finally here." An old man on the bed looked at Ling Huilan with tears in his eyes.
"You and your mother look exactly the same. Your mother said that I will see her again in 17 years. She didn't lie to me. It's time for me to find her." Ling Huilan watched the old man closed his eyes peacefully, tears streaming down his eyes.
The birth of Loulan in the World put Ling Huilan into crisis. The ministers in the court believed that Loulan in the World was an unknown thing and would destroy Loulan.
King Loulan caressed Ling Huilan's head: "Amma has been waiting for you for 17 years, and I have been waiting for you for 17 years. Amma said that only you can save Loulan, and only you... Can break Loulan's seventeen-year curse.
The 2017 crisis is about to end.
Who is wearing the red wedding dress? Whose eyes are stained by the red wedding dress? Whose heart is hurt?
The country that has been displaced for 17 years is just waiting for her arrival.
17 Years of guarding faith finally gave way to unwavering pain.
If 89 degrees 55 minutes 22 seconds east longitude is the date of my death, then 40 degrees 29 minutes 55 seconds north latitude is my tomb.