Dream again.

It's still a familiar scene, and it's still dark around him, but the land under his feet is bigger, and he didn't see the land that was jacked up last time.

Maybe it was a dream that made him feel a little sorry.

As a matter of fact, he had never felt this way before, so why did he clearly know that Hugh attributed it to dreaming.

There's always something wrong with dreams. There's nothing to think about.

He stepped forward. Suddenly, a little green appeared in his vision.

Hugh stopped.

It's a tiny plant seedling, not - should be said to be a bud, under the slender and weak stem supporting two small round leaves, it looks only as big as the nail cap.

It grows quietly on the land full of cracks, just like a little green dust on the yellow paper. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

Seems to be aware that he is observing it, the two fragile leaves automatically, gently swinging, as if waving.

There was a sense of inexplicability in his heart. He didn't know how to describe it. If he wanted to say it, it was like when he received the communication after finishing the task for the first time.

He walked slowly over and stood in front of the seedling, looking at the cracks around it.

It's just a little bud like this, but it leaves such traces on the ground.

His eyes fell on the seedling, its fragile leaves swaying, sometimes even close together, as if clapping.

It seems to want him to touch.

Hugh didn't know why he had this feeling, but it was obvious that it was not an illusion.

It's very weak.

Hugh thought he could crush it with one finger.

So he didn't reach out. He was afraid that he would accidentally press it to death.

The swing frequency of the seedlings gradually slowed down, the two round leaves spread down on the ground, even the slender stem bent down a radian, the whole bud showed a wilting breath, as if to wither.

Is it sad?

It was the same feeling again. In this strange dream, he seemed to feel its emotion.