The sky is uncertain whether it's black, or it's because there's no atmospheric reflection, making the darkness of the starry sky slide across the Pacific Ocean like a massive black satin.
Hua Xiaoling enjoys gazing at the cosmos this way, as if she could directly converse with the universe, feeling the depth of the void.
Old Man: "The human survival instinct is intensely strong, to survive the disaster transformed from the world's dimension. Isn't this a miracle of life?"
Hua Xiaoling: "Mr. Shi, no, Master, you should understand, it shouldn't be called a miracle. Without the technical support from that world, he couldn't change anything."
Old Man: "My view is optimistic. An individual with survival power and a group willing to save those without survival power is an irrational choice. It is precisely due to such a characteristic of civilization that humanity has persisted until today, isn't it?"
