AD 2159, Xifeng Town.
At the beach late at night, the dim moon hung high in the sky, and the sea breeze whipped up waves with a fishy smell to hit the rocks, washing away the piles of fish carcasses on the shore.
"Don't sit there, okay?" A low, hoarse voice soothed.
The young man looked to be 25 years old at most. He was sitting on the edge of the cliff with his legs hanging, his figure teetering on the cliff, looking at the fifteenth moon in ecstasy. The clouds moved, and a young man climbed over the rocks and walked toward the man looking at the moon.
"Why do you do this to me? Don't you love me anymore?"
The man hesitated for a moment, wavering between his deep love for the young man and the faith they had held together in the past.
"Take out what you have in your hand. I can guess what it is!"
The man stretched out his hand and opened his palm, revealing a reagent bottle containing bright red liquid. The bottle is smooth, with a string of small words written in blue ink on the label: Made by Oshima Enterprises.
The young man gradually approached the man, gently held his wrist, and put the dangerous reagent bottle into his hand. "Can I ask you for the last time..." The young man begged, with a sad look in his eyes that were always smiling.
"But that's not right, Shi Wei, that's really wrong."
"I'm sorry, New Year." The young man said softly, staring firmly into the man's eyes, "I have no choice, I can't stop at all."
CP: Cheng New Year, a gentle beauty with unknown origins x Ye Shiwei, a soil and botanist who is gradually being criticized
Purpose: Reject the random discharge of nuclear wastewater