Lin Xian stood frozen in place.
He had a bad idea.
He had considered it when communicating with Chu Yan.
But he had dismissed it.
The breeze blew across the lake, formed by polar ice water, making it appear clear yet lonely, while the simulated sunset in the sky was dazzling and entrancing.
Lin Xian looked at that fluttering silver hair, and he seemed to see the solitude and sigh under that deep gaze.
"The Starfire Plan isn't meant to test the High Tower Civilization, right?"
The wind roared.
Breathing was slow, and Ye Lan's silence felt like a dark cloud pressing down from the sky.
After a long time, the calm voice sounded.
