"Now you will not forget, and in the future, you will not forget either!"
He raised his hand, and the pendant automatically floated into his palm, lifted to his eyes, peering through the blurry patterns towards the window.
A long sigh carried with it a gloom that had been suppressed for over a hundred days, dissipating into nothingness.
The sound of rain outside grew louder, the dense rain threads tapping on the glass like countless hands knocking on something.
Chill seeped through the window crack, slipping into his neck and spreading across his skin, yet it did nothing to extinguish the flame blazing in his heart.
Growth in humans often completes in a single moment.
The books read, the knowledge learned, and the random information received will suddenly settle, ferment at this moment, and eventually transform into nourishment for new growth.
And at this moment, he heard the sound of something belonging to him about to break through the soil.
...
Central Inspection Station.
