Nowell lightly touched the sand table No. 7194 With the tip of his bone wing, where the trial scene of their first encounter was being staged: "If I had chosen to activate the self-destruction program at that time..."
Lin Mo grabbed his alienated wrist, and the golden blood seeped into the console along the touching skin: "You will smell the fragrance of gardenia."
"What?"
"That was before the Earth Laboratory exploded," Lin Mo activated the entropy reversal device, "the smell of the last white rose on my table."
Intention: I will bear your sins for you