“Unless—unless it is the day when humans fall. However, I hope that day never comes.” In this moment, calm enveloped him.

In the gap between the aurora and the clouds, there were countless, translucent white ice debris. They were falling down and the quiet mountains and night were alive because of these flying things. It was snowing.

An Zhe held out a hand and the hexagonal snowflake fell on his finger. The beautiful shape was gradually lost due to the temperature of his skin and became crystal water droplets.

“I have only known you for three months but this is my lifetime.”

The wind blew louder and thousands of snowflakes fell into the grey corridor, like catkins rising in the spring breeze. An Zhe raised his head, thinking that everything he had forgotten was spread before his eyes, drifting in shimmering fragments.

The stormy waves subsided and the dark tide stopped surging altogether. He wasn’t happy or sad, he just felt the snow was very beautiful. The joy and sorrow of his life, the encounter and parting, the birth and death of all tangible things in this world—they were like fleeting snowflakes.

“Is it cold?”

“It isn’t cold anymore.”

An Zhe remembered the shape of the snowflake and in that second, he got eternity.

The aurora shone on the Abyss.

From the laboratory, there was the sound of glass breaking.

CHAPTER 77

The aurora flickered sharply.

Crash.

The sound of glass breaking ripped through the silent night and An Zhe turned back to look at the laboratory. Polly also stared at the window over there. “Rum?”

Fog was attached to the window glass, making what happened inside a blur. Only the shadow of a man could be seen.

“Sir!” Rum’s voice was rarely so excited. He slammed open the door with one hand, the shutters making a banging sound as they opened. His voice was clear but had a tremor. “The screen, the screen…”

Polly glanced inside the room. The big screen was still showing the messy patterns like before.

Yet Rum said, “Just now—”

An Zhe coughed a few times and said, “I’m fine.”

After confirming he was still awake, Polly strode into the laboratory. An Zhe quietly swallowed blood and followed. His body was in a strange state, weakened to the extreme and painful to the extreme, yet it was because it reached this limit that it seemed empty.

In the laboratory, Rum had dropped a glass bottle filled with antibiotic granules. The shards of glass were scattered everywhere on the ground but no one had the mind to clean it up.

Polly came to the big screen where the lines still waved like a clump of wriggling worms. “What’s wrong?”

Rum’s lips twitched as he said, “It clearly… it was clear just now.”