"Cough—"
On the lunar rover, upon hearing the soft cough from the communication channel, the man sitting next to Lu Zhou looked at Lu Zhou and asked with concern, "What?"
"Nothing, my nose is a bit itchy…"
Through the face mask of the spacesuit, Lu Zhou, who couldn't touch his nose, sniffed awkwardly. He wanted to sneeze, but it couldn't come out. This feeling was really uncomfortable.
I wonder if I have a cold.
Putting this matter aside for the time being, Lu Zhou cast his gaze out of the car window and looked at the city leaning on the edge of the crater not far away, feeling a little bit emotional in his heart.
"That blueprint was designed by me, but I didn't expect that a hundred years later, this place would be so prosperous."
The man sitting next to him smiled and said, "It seems that everything you expected has been achieved."
Lu Zhou nodded.
"Sort of, at least half of it has been achieved."