He looked up at the movie screen, which showed a vast, lifeless, white star. The young man sat alone on the Moon, idly playing with his fingernails.
At times he tilted his head, drawing circles on the Moon's surface with his hand. Sometimes his gaze was empty, staring at the pockmarked Blue Planet, while other times he sprawled on the ground in a big-letter pose, watching the stars shine and meteors streak across the sky with their brilliant tails.
Everything was so beautiful, yet so illusory, it made one want to choke themselves out of confusion.
Finally, as if tired of this, the youth sat up straight. Facing the blue planet, he suddenly slowly raised his hand. Then he clenched his fist. In that moment, countless restraint belts flew out from his sleeves, wrapping around the entire planet.
In the theater, Ji Minghuan was too lazy to watch this scene, instead lowering his head, with his bangs falling over his eyes.
