Wen Zehan sighed deeply, with a resolute tone: "Yes, without the country, where is the home."
On one side is the country, on the other side is the home. He weighed it for a long time and finally chose the country.
His wife smiled: "This is the Wen Zehan I met thirty years ago."
But Wen Zehan did not smile: "While I was unconscious, I used my superpower to see the situation inside the nearby shelter, and the people there… all perished."
Although he accurately predicted the danger, he couldn't feel any joy.
His wife was silent for a moment, her eyes full of encouragement: "Go quickly and do what you want to do."
Wen Zehan nodded: "Alright!"
He immediately closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bedding.
After a while.
Wen Zehan suddenly let out a muffled groan, crimson blood trickling from his nostrils.
He did not open his eyes, nor did he bother to wipe it, simply saying: "I am Wen Zehan, a senior researcher at the Great Xia Aerospace Information Research Institute.
