Supernova outbreak, disease, population problem, sky city, future war, saint, behemoth, wasteland, utopia...
Speaking of which, the background is actually quite complicated, but it doesn't matter.
Simply put, this is a story about reunion.
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The girl was wearing a pure white dress, with a simple olive branch wreath on her head. She stood barefoot and quietly on the cold and smooth marble steps in the center of the temple, with a trickle of water flowing over her snow-white insteps.
The boy thought of the question he hadn't had time to ask.
He thought about it all the way, while holding on to the giant wolf's neck hair as black as the deep space as he walked through the desert filled with wind and sand, when the cloud cover suddenly failed and saw the astonishingly huge sky city above him for the first time, while filling the shells for the Ragnarok cannon in the operating room at 60 degrees Celsius, he imagined all the time how he would ask that question when he met the girl again, and whether the girl would give him the answer he wanted.
However, he suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.
The girl looked at the boy with a smile, showing her neat white teeth. The sunlight passed through the tall ivory white marble pillars and shone in the girl's thrilling and calm eyes, dancing. That trance-like light seemed familiar to the boy.
The boy stood there stunned.
The girl opened her arms.
The boy dropped the weapon that he had held tightly in his hand since setting off but had never been used before. The metal collided with the ground with a crisp sound, and sporadic sparks flew out. He rushed towards the girl, like the divine Hermes, passing through the fountain inlaid with the relief of Aphrodite in the center of the hall. The ash and sand on the broken coat and exposed skin were washed into black mud by the water flow. The newly scabbed wound was moistened and softened by the water, and blood flowed out. The blood and muddy water flowed from the boy's hair to his toes.
The two of them hugged each other, their foreheads touching. The girl's white dress was stained black and red by the sweat mixed with blood and mud dripping from the boy's body, but she didn't care.
Xingluo, Black Dragon, Falling Star City, Astraea, mother, all those questions that troubled the boy and he couldn't figure it out, he suddenly didn't want to know them all. At this moment, here, he just wanted to look at the person in front of him, and the sun would never set again.
Intention: Firm belief can create miracles