"I have a suggestion for you." Song He typed. "Wait!"
Wait? How long?
"Wait twenty years. If you lack the patience, wait ten years. You might witness a series of technological breakthroughs. By then, you may have hope of going to Proxima Centauri." Song He replied.
"Then I'll put down a deposit first. One billion—is that enough?"
"Don't bother with a deposit. It will take too long, and compared to the entire technology development process, one billion is just a drop in the bucket. When the technology matures, come back and place your order." Song He said, "I hope that one day you'll be able to set foot on Proxima Centauri."
"All right. If conditions allow, I'll send you a farewell message from Proxima Centauri and draw a conclusion to the bond we've shared in this life."
The plane slowly descended. A flight attendant came over and gestured. Song He set his laptop aside and turned to look at his wife on the bed.
Xiang Xiaotong was fast asleep, hugging the blanket tightly. Her profile was so beautiful it made his heart tremble.
Song He reached out, pulled the seat belt up from the bed, and gently fastened it around her waist. Then he sat down on the sofa nearby and buckled his own seat belt.
The Yemo City airport outside the window drew closer and closer before the plane finally landed smoothly. Xiang Xiaotong opened her eyes and turned over groggily to stare at the ceiling. She had clearly been too deeply asleep and temporarily forgotten where she was.
Only when Song He unfastened his seat belt and sat beside the bed did her gaze instantly clear. She smiled.
"We're back." Song He helped her unfasten her seat belt again, picked up the shoes beside the bed, and