A lone Milky Way ran through the spring night, seeming as if they had crossed into time immemorial. The stars were like vestiges left by a dragon in the night, like a waterfall flowing from the top of its head. Xiang Shu held onto Chen Xing, raised his head, and gazed up at the glittering silver traces in the night sky.
The Milky Way in the South held no differences from the Milky Way in the North; the lives between heaven and earth seemed insignificantly small at this moment. After all, they were only imperceptible creatures under the vast arching sky.Dinghai Fusheng Records