Jiang Shu stood atop the television station's rooftop helipad, rubbing his hands together. He stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing down at Lonely City.
He kind of wanted to imitate penguin people and shout, "I am the king of Lonely City," but for sure Xiao Yi would record it, and then it would become an emoji pack.
The wind on the rooftop was strong and a bit cold.
He rubbed his hands again and exhaled a breath.
The night colors of Lonely City were washed out, faint with the neon lights, the slender moon melting into the clouds glowing with a faint white light in the far distance.
The stars and moon were always so dim here.
With the technological level of this place, had they really never considered aeronautics?
He had examined all the data here, and there had never been thoughts of space exploration in the past, present, and probably not in the future either.
All relevant materials were deeply secretive about it, unwilling to discuss further.
