Hundred Days of Lonely Voyage

"Brother Liu, the supply cabin has flown away..." This was the last thing Wang Jie said before the communication was interrupted. The night lasted for 4 hours and 27 minutes, the outdoor temperature was -121°C, and simple inorganic substances were everywhere in the mountains and plains... These are all he has now. He once complained that the spacesuit was like a man with Michelin tires, but now he relies on it to block the cracks in the oxygen chamber; he joked that capitalists will love the nine-hour workday, and now every minute and second is a race for survival. Only when he stood alone on the ice field did he understand that mankind's greatest rescue begins with the most desperate solitary journey.