Capítulo 229: Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Four, Humanity's Joy and Sadness Aren't Interlinked

Tang Yue and Tomcat sat back to back on a rock as they looked up at the sky.

"I feel as if we are Gypsies," Tang Yue said softly, "carrying a huge covered truck as we wander about."

Overhead was the pitch-black sky that seemed to be made of velvet. The starry sky seemed to encase them at the bottom of an overturned bowl. The rocks and desert under the night sky had a red glow as though they were silently burning embers.

This was a grand vista that struck deep into one's heart. Beneath the cold night sky was a glowing-red planet.

Here, the small was small and the big was even bigger.

"I'm not a Gypsy." Tomcat held the star chart as it counted the stars in the sky. "I'm a Gypsy cat… Have you swapped your pressurized canister?"