The autonomous flying ship landed on the empty, uninhabited star, with the silent wind blowing on its body.
Cheng Xiaoxi stood up with his hands on the ground, covered in dirt, and looked up at the vast starry sky, which was completely dark.
"Wipe your hands," Wu Mian said, "someone will take you home."
Heavy snow covered the entire planet, and the snowflakes floated slowly like jellyfish, and finally fell to the ground and stopped moving.
Dots of morning light began to illuminate the land from the far side of the farmland, and the shadows of dead trees reflected complex branch roads on the snow.
"I'm not going back." Cheng Xiaoxi was wearing soft velvet clothes, like a cotton ball, huddled in Wu Mian's soft arms, the lights in the room were dim, and she slowly closed her eyes.
In the silent space capsule, Wu Mian chased out of the control room and grabbed Cheng Xiaoxi.
The light points of the galaxy flowed through the transparent window one after another, and Wu Mian's face turned red.
"I mean," Wu Mian stammered in explanation, "I, I, I mean, don't leave."
Wu Mian looked into Cheng Xiaoxi's eyes and asked, "Okay?"