Countdown 320 seconds,
"The Little Prince" exploded in front of his eyes, thousands of lines of text flowing like the zeros and ones on a hacker's computer screen, sliding rapidly across the light screen in his mind.
Gu Weijing didn't need to painstakingly read each letter and word.
Every sentence, every paragraph written by Saint-Exupéry echoed in his heart simultaneously.
In a moment,
the text broke free from the confines of paper,
they threaded and linked, cones of emotion overlapping, love and hate superimposed, as if a giant net was cast down overhead.
In the past, when he admired artworks using the Fine Level Calligraphy and Painting Identification Skill,
the system could always start with the smallest brushstrokes and ink dots and decompose them into the most essential elements on the light screen in his mind.
But now,
the light screen in Gu Weijing's mind — was melting as the passionate words from the great writer fell into it.
