(The afterword will be posted half an hour after this chapter.)
With its ceaseless desire, the universe forged a song and dance into eternity.
What mortal name that desire bore could readily be disregarded.
Whether it was called Jingyang or Jing Jiu, or perhaps Ryan.
And whether he had truly ascended to a place no one knew, or had died, in any case, he had not appeared in this world for many years.
After joining the Star Gate Priestess in resolving the rebellions of the believers on those planets, Zhong Lizi declined the request to remain on the Capital Planet as a priestess, returned to Star Gate Base, and began her long holiday.
She did not live in the Sacrificial Hall or stay in Shou'er City, but returned to her underground apartment.
At her request, the Black Market was not closed, nor was the Arcade cracked down on. Everything in Minsheng District remained as usual, except for the addition of many plainclothes military police and surveillance devices.
After finishing her takeout grilled eggplant and carefully drinking half a bottle of ale, she grew cheerful. She took out a cloth and began cleaning, wiping the cabinet Xiao Huang's holographic picture frame spotless before beginning to wipe the painting.
The painting depicted a cluster of golden sunflowers bound by a bloodstained strip of white cloth. It was that famous oil painting from the ancient civilization, and more importantly, it was not the replica from Shou'er City's Art Museum, but the original.
She knew Jing Jiu cared about this painting, so she had asked for it.
Seeing an object and thinking of someone probably meant just this.
No one could see Zhao Layue and Liu S sui's longing, not because they showed no expression, but because they had gone