Li Nan remembered.

That was one day ten years ago.

It was a vast night, a flower field at the foot of the Alps.

He lay between heaven and earth, looking at the endless stars, and suddenly saw a man flying through the sky.

He was sure that it was a person.

There are no wings, only hands and feet, leaning forward, holding something in your arms, floating slowly at a low altitude less than 100 meters from the ground.

The man didn't fly very fast.

Otherwise, Li Nan would not rub his eyes several times and could see clearly.

I don't know what kind of mood and thought he...