M7 Restricted Area

Seventeen light years is not the distance, but the length itself. When the fog from Haijin spread into Jinhua Tower, I didn't know what the dark red thing was, but it was not a monster. It is the fiber that "seeps" out when the space is stretched. It clings to you to get you safely to the other side. But after the 47th experiment, it could no longer tell who was the one who should leave and who was the one who entered by mistake. When the window appeared, the light was stretched into a thin line. Some people said that if I live ten years less, I will pass - I passed. He said I had a steady hand, he said wait for the wind to stop, and he said ten seconds is enough to remember a person. The crosshairs in the scope looked like an unclosed crack. Ten years, from holding a gun to firing a gun, from firing a gun to wanting to leave. Tingzhou is still there, Quzhu River is still there, and there are people downstairs with their heads raised. It's the same person who has been waiting for twelve years.