Looking into the night, the moonlight gently falls on the forest, where each face has turned into a fruit, and the coiled hair has become the ever-growing annual rings.
Doctor Gao didn't actually say anything, yet the team members in the meeting room felt something was off, and a vague cold sweat emerged on their backs.
Even the moral supervision team members, who usually teeter on the brink of ethical standards, felt uneasy and dared not to ponder the meaning behind Doctor Gao's words.
"Do you mean to cut down all those trees?" asked a young team member from the corner of the meeting room, instantly drawing everyone's eyes to him.
The old professor coughed and closed his book, "We've been discussing this for a long time now. Bickering over impractical ideas here won't help solve the forest issue. Let's go to the forest tonight as planned."
"I just got here, and you're leaving already?"
