The title page had turned yellow and there was a line written, ‘May we have a bright future.’ An Zhe turned the page and it was a table of contents. An Zhe’s hand turning the paper suddenly trembled. His eyes stopped on one line in the contents which were two extremely simple words.

[Winter Day]

The ellipsis extended all the way to the right edge of the paper and at the end, there were two other characters written, representing the author’s name.

An Ze.

An Zhe’s breathing briefly paused and the next moment, he saw the line after Winter Day. It was called ‘One day in 2059.’ 2059 was a distant era in history so the name illustrated a point, This was an elegant historical article.

The author’s name was Poet.

The two names sat quietly side by side on the page.

An Zhe’s fingers touched the paper. His fingers had once touched An Ze’s shoulder covered in vines and was once grasped by Poet in a dark vehicle. Now he caressed the names of the two individuals and their silhouettes clearly appeared in An Zhe’s mind. He turned to the page and the two pages were next to each other. Winter Day was a short poem about winter when snowflakes fell on the supply station square. An Ze said the snow was soft like snow-white dove wings.

An Zhe could hear all the details of his voice. He seemed to hear An Ze describing it to himself. At this moment, An Ze seemed to be alive again and Poet was once again standing in front of him with a smile, telling him the history of the base—these were the records left by them in this world.

An Zhe’s eyes were blurry. He clearly hadn’t thought of these two men for a long time but their figures appeared in front of him so clearly that it was like they had met yesterday. He was reunited with them like this, just as the boy called Xi Bei suddenly met a visitor from a human base.

“Originally, there were two uncles here but they went out to find something to eat and they haven’t returned for more than a day. I think…” Xi Bei lowered his head. “I think… they might not be able to return.”

“I’m sorry, I’m late.” Lu Feng apologized.

“No!” Xi Bei shook his head sharply and grinned at Lu Feng, speaking in a husky voice, “There are monsters outside and you must be in a difficult situation. The fact that you’re here, I’m already… already very grateful. There are other humans in this world and we have a home. It is… good.”

The light of the steam lamp reflected in his black eyes where there was a bright and excited spark. Combined with the subtle expression on Xi Bei’s face, it presented a pure, sad joy.