Zheng Yan didn't know how Zhang Moye spent the past four years in a prison-like scientific research life, but he could see the depression and deathly silence hidden in his eyes. Yes, dead silence. Just like there is no longer a drop of water in the boundless desert, there is no longer a road in the white snow, and there is no more light in the rolling darkness.
Zhang Moye is almost invulnerable, except for the one he loves deeply - Li Ranbai.