"Ambassador," the staff member walked over and handed him the communication device, "There's a reply from Fanric."
"Thank you." Liao Tianhua nodded lightly. The sunlight was streaming in from the direction of the zero-gravity corridor, falling on his face, making it appear purely white, though a hint of fatigue lingered in his expression. He silently gazed in the direction of Stargate Port for a while; the silver buildings were shrouded under a vast shadow, void and silent—a gigantic pupil observing the blue expanse forty thousand kilometers below. He submerged deep in the reflections of history, pondering how humanity left their blue home more than a century ago? When they looked at their homeland under this dark backdrop, did they feel the same as people today? Some ancient spacecraft from the past era still operate in orbit today, and perhaps from those mottled metals, one can catch a glimpse of the era's musings on courage.
