Chapter Six

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Here, there is nothing but snow, and there will be nothing else—at least no goal, except to survive.
I feel deeply moved, almost to tears. This is the true value of this book.
Amidst the snow, they have some conversations.
“Are you cold, Your Majesty, Dragon King?”
“I don’t mind. The important thing is you all. It wasn’t easy for me to bring her here.”
“We believe in her, truly. It’s obvious you do too.”
Hearing this makes me happy. Equality for all—I will always keep that promise. After all, I am the emperor.
Equality for everyone, for the sake of equality. At this moment, they look up to the distant horizon, which remains a vast expanse of white snow.
“We must achieve victory. Victory.”
What is faith? They ponder.
What exactly is faith? It is the phrase they say: faith is victory.
They don’t know how many years have passed, nor how many harsh winters and snowfalls endured.
Finally, they reach a warm, humid place and open the control point; this place is paradise.
They begin building their homeland, the new Divine Star Planet. Yet Andy is reluctant, and the others don’t quite understand, so they ask him.
Andy explains:
“Now we are safe, but have you considered that if the dark serpent planet comes, what we need is that one, that one,” he points far away.
“We need a strong economy, a very good economy, because development requires it. Do you understand?”
“We don’t quite understand.”
“I think what we need is not what lies before us. I don’t want to tell you.”
“Then say it.”
“We have many dreams, right? Without a doubt, we must strive to realize them. I would die for that; you should understand.”
“Understand what? Can you not be so abstract?”
“Fine, it’s about realizing our dreams.”
“That’s difficult.”
“There is a way—make good use of the little girl. Do you believe it?”
“No, I don’t.”
“I think it’s possible. I have my own understanding. For example, even if it’s difficult, we must not forget her.”
“You can do anything.”
The little girl is kind-hearted. In her current role, she cares deeply for everyone and has done much practical work, mainly gathering public opinion and delivering tangible results.
But Andy is a bad apple, worried she might seize the throne or threaten me. Actually, that’s unnecessary—she is just the little girl.
On a pitch-black night, the little girl is reading documents when a shadow flashes by. Prime Minister Kelly comes to report and greet her, but suddenly her head is damaged.
Losing her precious thoughts is truly painful. Mainly, her brain seems unresponsive, completely dizzy and meaningless, as if inside is chaos, a maddening turmoil.
She feels drowsy and can’t help but close her eyes.
Another day passes, still drowsy, and she falls asleep involuntarily.
Actually, she no longer wishes to live—this is the other little girl.
Now, she is very foolish, almost like a mentally ill person, plagued by a constant illusion of losing control. She will live forever trapped in this delusion. The blow was too cruel; it might have been better to have killed her. She knows she cannot die but is unclear why.
In the paradise where the gods dwell, the construction is impressive—towering buildings everywhere, grand and magnificent. Traffic and urban development are in full swing; it seems everyone is striving to build a beautiful tomorrow.
The little girl is no longer herself, her behavior vague. How to explain? For instance, working well is important, but she does everything to avoid valuable work, driving herself to despair, then begging her family. This is worse than being dead.
Sometimes, the family sends deposits to her bank account, sizable sums. She truly indulges in lavish eating and leisure, doing nothing. Unbeknownst to her, this lasts twenty years—like a ghost. Her family despises her, but she feels nothing, only that her head is always sleepy and painfully numb as if dead.
Hatred for the land—how should one understand this, little girl?
Since they no longer tolerate you, the little girl who has lost her economic source is the ultimate failure. She remains oblivious to what has happened or how to resolve it.
It’s not easy—she knows she’s finished but still needs to survive.
She thinks of her parents; she’s had enough suffering.
She can’t get a ticket back to Earth; it costs too much, and she cannot earn the money herself. What can she do? She is confused and asks: What? What is it exactly?
Let us unfold our story around this question.

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Chapter Six
The little girl is very determined; who wouldn’t be? She at least knows she must return to Earth because she was deceived.
She doesn’t blame others, only herself. No matter what, she has to go back, right?
The Ghost Maiden flight to Earth is preparing for takeoff. The little girl knows that Earth is reachable through this flight, and her heart is filled with excitement.
She decides to climb aboard and squeeze into the passenger cabin. Without money or means, what else can she do? She doesn’t care.
She looks at the ground controllers counting down, instinctively touches her lips, but they won’t approve. She thinks, no need to ask anyone; time is tight.
Following her plan, she cleverly sneaks beside the rocket and climbs the ladder.
It’s a long ladder leading to the rocket’s top, very long and dangerous with only handrails. She knows she might be wrong, but she thinks of her parents and sister and decides to go up.
At first, it’s manageable, but at 200 meters high, the fear is overwhelming—it’s so high.
It’s truly terrifying. How can she ensure her safety?
She is scared.
Above, the wind is fierce and the atmosphere terrifying. She wants to go down, but that’s impossible. What to do? You must understand how dangerous this is. She feels dizzy-headed.
The wind is especially strong during the climb, and a dreadful feeling suddenly overwhelms her.
What is this feeling? Going up is hard, coming down impossible. Who’s to blame? The little girl truly doesn’t know but feels greatly troubled.
Eventually, she clings to the rocket, heartbroken.
She is rescued and shown by firefighters not to come near again.
What’s wrong with me? Why have I lost my memory? Oh yes, Prime Minister, you are cruel. I will take revenge. I am a normal person, very capable. How could I fall so low? This is murder. Evil will be repaid.
She is stubborn, but that harms her.
She runs again toward the rocket but is stopped by armed police.
Of course, even aliens need soldiers.
The officer angrily locks her up and ignores her.
Why no food? She thinks with a wry smile.
I really am at a dead end. I must get out. She is stubborn and insists on leaving. In a bare cell, her rebellion begins.
But it’s futile.
She relentlessly pounds the iron bars, and the bars pound back.
“Open the door, let me out! I must go out! I’m not afraid.”
“Please, I want out, but…”
The officer’s voice comes through: “Do you want to cause trouble if you go out?”
“I’m not making trouble. I just want to go home.”
“But your family doesn’t want you.”
“Nonsense! I’ll kill you! I miss home! I hate you all!”
She rushes the bars. The guards, fearing a serious incident, decide to release her. She bolts out like a ghost.
She climbs again without looking back. Who knows what she’s thinking? No one wants to know, and she has no clear thoughts. Later, she falls and becomes disabled.
She collapses beneath the rocket, unaware it has ignited, severely burning her.
“It hurts so much, it’s killing me.”
“Doesn’t anyone care? Just a little?”
“I’m so sad. I’ve decided—to die.”
“I still want to live. Please, shoot me. It hurts so badly, really badly.”
“Don’t look—my eyes are out, my tongue is sticking out, no hair left on me. I must have been shot; it hurts so much. Nothing else.”
“My whole body is burning; it feels like I’m about to explode, I’m about to explode.”
“I am the little girl. I’m still somewhat clear-headed, really. This doesn’t feel right.” Suddenly, she lets out a ghostly scream.
One afternoon, Leng Tiantian crawls out of a trash bin, eating garbage and filth.
She eats with relish, especially discarded food.
A man arrives—maybe to dump garbage, or perhaps something else. She might be saved. I’m very happy. And you?
The man speaks: “My name is Moon God.”
She opens her severely burned eyes. “Hello, Moon God. I’m scary.”

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“No, you must know you are the most beautiful. You—I know.”
“You know? Thank you!”
“Life? Just take it easy, don’t take things too seriously.”
“Don’t take it seriously? I must.”
“Then what is it? Come with me.”
“I must take it seriously.” She crawls forward, inch by inch.
Moon God is very kind and warm-hearted.
“Hungry? Here, have these immortal fruits to tide you over. I think I can help you.”
“Why? I’m just a useless person, or a dead one.”
Moon God strokes her face. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met. Would you be my wife?”
“How can you say that? I haven’t thought about it.”
“Leng Tiantian—a beautiful name. You shouldn’t be like this. Don’t move.”
“Promise me three things: be my wife, never contact anyone else, not even me.”
“Really? Will you love me?”
“I remember you said you can do anything.”
“Yes, and some other things. I’m a fragile person by nature but stubborn, so I easily break. Don’t deceive me. I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Look at what you’re saying! What nonsense!”
“That’s just how I am.”
“I know, truly.”
“Thank you, thank you, my head.”
“It’s alright. Look, there—beautiful, isn’t it? Moon, I am Moon God.”
“Ah, I touch my face—it's back! Do I look like Jiang Qinqin?”
“Very much, you do. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Better? Yes!”
Looking back once more,
Clouds block the way home,
Turning back again,
Thorns densely spread.
Tonight there will be no lingering dreams,
The dreams once shared with you—who will I tell now?
Silence speaks louder than words.
Let this song be the melody of this book.
I know it’s difficult, truly.
I want to say it all at once, all at once.
There is such a story: the sister died for her brother, and the brother misses his sister.
I think this is the reason for the acclaim.
The sister is gone; can we speak now? Don’t misunderstand the brother.
Really, don’t misunderstand. We’re done speaking.
Actually, we don’t understand—if we don’t, then so be it.
But please, no misunderstandings!
The little girl is truly fortunate to have met a benefactor. She is deeply grateful to him.
But how to express thanks?
She decides to leave!
Why? Let us bless her.