After that, they traveled to many planets, the desert-like Chixie Star, the technologically advanced Jingdu Star, boarding the three starships symbolizing the Jiulong Cultural Center, until the eve of one journey.
Under the starlit porthole, familiar deep space, familiar observation cabin, a red-haired girl in pajamas was crumpling the drawing paper in front of her into a mess, her eyes bloodshot as she slowly turned her head, unsure if she was smiling or casually greeting.
Xu Xiaoyou: "I need to know the truth."
"Alright~" Chichu Chun squinted her eyes, "No matter how many times You wants to know the truth, I will tell you."
"No matter how many times."
