After staying in the "city" for a long time, almost everyone has forgotten that they lived in a world without fear and copies for the past ten years.
They are one person below ten thousand people in this small world. Time has stagnated here, and the appearance will not change significantly no matter how long it has passed; here I have gained unparalleled abilities, perhaps all the people who have died here have everything; here I can see things that are impossible to see in decades of life.
Only Mu Yin and a few people still remember that nostalgic time.
Warm sunshine, clear blue sky, fresh air, laughter.
Lu Yan almost knew that Mu Yin had never regarded this place as belonging, and almost everyone had no hope of leaving here, but he still wanted to go home.
Go home, even in pieces.
Intention: a sudden whim