The cemetery filled with Xiao Hua quietly lies behind a memorial stone.
Not far away is the bustling space elevator station.
A few figures stand in the center of the cemetery, in front of an unremarkable tombstone, looking at the photo on it, slightly lost in thought.
The number of tombstones here is somewhat uncountable, each tombstone is based on a family unit, with photos attached, simple stories written, and the remaining ashes buried.
"Did Wang Zheng... pass away?"
The elderly Zhou Zhengde murmured with a frown.
"Yes, he left."
Lingtong, suddenly aged ten years, nodded with vacant eyes;
Her mechanical arm flickered with light, trying to soothe her emotions by adjusting the amount of hormone secretion in her body.
Wu Man, with his youthful appearance, turned to look at the big man sitting not far away.
The big man's golden armor was already in tatters, but the injuries all over his body were not as severe as his head, swollen like a pig's.
