"Nothing will happen." Jing Jiu walked deeper into the ice field.
The soles of his ordinary boots touched the frozen snow and ice like petals falling onto water, stirring ripples without a sound.
Watching his retreating back, Ran Handong suddenly said, "I'll tell my father."
This was the second time she had said those words.
Jing Jiu neither stopped nor acknowledged her, but kept walking.
Ran Handong fell silent for a while, then quickened her pace and followed, saying nothing more.
As long as her father and the Galaxy Alliance authorities had not made a decision, she was still Jing Jiu's secretary and military officer, and should do what she ought to do.
This was also what pleased Jing Jiu most about her.
They had not walked far across the ice field before they saw the entrance.
She held her wristband against it. Irritating beeps sounded, the passage opened, and the two of them went underground.
Underground was not some top-secret military base, but a perfectly ordinary corridor.
Portraits of famous people hung on the walls on either side, along with famous quotations, and a brief introduction beside each portrait.
It looked as though most of the visitors welcomed here were probably primary school students.
"This is the Galaxy Art Museum. Today is the first of the month, when it's closed." Ran Handong glanced at him and said, "I don't know why you arranged to meet here. It may have something to do with the Star Gate priests' legacy, but there really are many precious relics here."
This museum was the Galaxy Alliance's finest, with its richest collection; even Shou'er City's museums and art galleries could not compare. Today it was closed, and the usually unending stream of visitors and groups of students were nowhere to be seen. Only their