The conveyor belt ran in the darkness silently.
Xia Yingluo restrained herself from looking down as much as possible. The boundless void seemed to be still.
Later, she saw a purple star flickering in the distant place, and it gradually grew bigger and bigger—she heard Wei Lingnan mumble at her ear, "Skatana."
His voice suddenly caught her heartstrings.
She had never seen such a beautiful planet. It was as if something was attracting her, making her anticipate stepping on it. Gradually, the wind rose, and in it, there seemed to be countless echoes, singing the same language of high and low tones—the language that Wei Lingnan had spoken to her before, the one that had made her dizzy.
The floating channel stopped before the stars.
She had just lifted her feet to step on it, but she suddenly felt dizzy. She was caught off guard, her body teetered and she was about to fall off the narrow, lonely escalator.
