In the ship cabin, Zhao Yao was looking at foreign maps while writing something.
He Lianfang pushed the wheelchair in and saw Zhao Yao scribbling something. He casually picked up a piece of paper that Zhao Yao had written on, looked down, and found numbers and some undecipherable text written on it.
"What are you writing?"
Zhao Yao didn't stop his writing, nor did he look up, and said, "I'm calculating something." The numbers and letters that He Lianfang couldn't understand were Arabic numerals and English letters from the world in Zhao Yao's dream.
A few years ago, Zhao Yao had completely accepted and digested all the memories of the dream world Zhao Yao. It could be said that he and the dream Zhao Yao had completely merged into one.
He Lianfang didn't ask what Zhao Yao was calculating, because even if he asked, he wouldn't understand.
"Tonight, the ship will be approaching the sea area near Lingnan."
