People coming and going would unconsciously steal a glance at this girl.
It wasn't just because of her beauty, but more so her gentle demeanor. Such gentle girls, those whose tenderness is etched in their bones, are rare in this world now.
This caused people to sigh involuntarily.
A girl like her should be in a park shaded by lush trees, strolling with a boyfriend who cherishes her dearly. She should be curled up on a sofa at home, her fair and slender legs tucked beneath her, nestled next to her boyfriend watching TV. Or, smiling shyly among a group of girls—yet now, here she was, crammed into the chaotic, old passenger cabin of a spaceship, displaced and adrift.
In space travel, there aren't many sights to see.
Most of the time, the view outside the small porthole was just darkness. Only when passing by a star system could one see some spectacular scenery. But even such views become boring after a while.
