Thinking of a method did not mean it would work.
First, you had to have the possibility of putting that method into practice. In their present circumstances, that meant finding a way to break through the Solar System's Grand Formation and land on the Ancestral Star.
Second, you had to have the ability to carry it out.
Clearly, Jing Jiu did not have that ability, and so he did not have that courage.
As for what that method actually was, he certainly would not say, and Zhao Layue would not ask.
She crouched beside the wheelchair, looking at his face.
In the eyes of the world, that face was perfect. Only she could clearly see the almost invisible crack at the corner of his eye.
Because over all those years, she had looked at him the most, and the most closely.
And there was that small damaged spot on his earlobe.
She reached out, pinched his earlobe, and gently rubbed it. "Whenever you feel uncomfortable from now on, I'll rub it for you."
Jing Jiu looked at the scene reflected in the window, at the Red Collar around his neck, and sighed.
The long voyage gradually approached its end.
The warship passed through a curvature-rate void, completed its final spatial jump, and plunged into an ocean of stars.
The high-strength composite material panels opened, revealing an unobstructed view outside the portholes. Even the officers and crew who spent their lives in space could not help being deeply moved by the magnificent sight.
Even the heart of a galaxy cluster could not have held such a dense gathering of stars.
Those stars were all warships of the Galaxy Alliance.
More than thirty thousand warships waited here for their arrival.
The largest fleet in the universe began to move, forming