Bean-sized tears slid down Liu Feng's face, unstoppable.
It's hard to imagine.
That such a man, who had lived through six centuries, and was over 90 years old, could cry so sorrowfully. It was a feeling he must have bottled up for a long time.
Liu Feng was indeed deeply remorseful.
He still remembered the meteor shower Lin Xian had orchestrated for Qi Qi; that dreamcatcher-like yellow trajectory not only took Qi Qi away but also reignited hope in him, driving him into mathematical research.
Yet.
In the blink of an eye, 600 years had passed.
He had accomplished nothing, calculated nothing.
"Introduction to the Cosmological Constant" was his work, yet he couldn't decode the true secret of 42;
He had studied diligently for 600 years without any respite, yet his progress couldn't even match Chen Heping's calculations from a few years;
