Probably no one likes the flower.
The corpse and the delicate tea flowers hanging under the holy statue became Yu Jing's nightmare that woke him up every night.
Yu Jing, the galaxy commander of Dome Central City, has someone he has been chasing for seven years.
Qi Yan, the "defector" wanted throughout the galaxy, has a secret that is being lost.
Yu Jing pointed his gun at Qi Yan:
"Why are you running? I just want to ask you-"
But Qi Yan turned his head, and the mole at the corner of his left eye pierced into his eye.
"What's your name?"
At that moment, Yu Jing realized: he had forgotten everyone.
The truth of this "perfect city" is hidden in the consciousness of those who have been marked and destroyed.
It turns out that the system that I have believed in all my life has long been aimed at all mankind.
——It turns out that the person he has been chasing for seven years has shouldered all the infamy for him.
Qi Yan always wears a faded tea flower ring on his finger, which is the last relic left by Yu Miao to Yu Jing.
Sunset.
Qi Yan turned around and smiled against the light:
"Yu Jing, you owe me a favor."
They call it desolation, but I call it homecoming.
Later, someone planted tea in the yard.
Yu Jing squatted down next to him.
"I thought you were going to die."
Qi Yan raised his head and saw that the mole was still there:
"I thought so too. But some people are reluctant to let go."
In the desolate land, flowers later grew.
Concept: Dystopia