The Crimson Grain: Deep Root corn experimental field is located on a gentle slope at the edge of the Core Area of the Serenitea Pot, far away from the hustle and bustle of the residential zone and the roar of the industry. Here, even the wind seems calmer, leaving only the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other like low whispers. The dark green, almost black, corn stalks are tall and sturdy, with wide and thick leaves bearing faint, barely noticeable reddish veins on the edges left behind after resisting the Abyss's erosion. Plump ears of corn are tightly wrapped in layers of dark husks, hanging heavily downward, with their tips stubbornly protruding a few wisps of deep purple tassels that sway gently in the breeze. They stand in silence; without a single word, they form the most powerful declaration to the Abyss—life will always find a way.
Limeng parts a few tough leaves, leading Jingyi to a crude wooden square stool beside the ridge of the field. The surface of the stool is rough, bearing the traces of sun and rain. Jingyi sits down obediently, her hands unconsciously twisting the plain skirt over her knees. She lowers her head slightly, her fine bangs hiding her brows and eyes, but Limeng can still see her tightly pursed lips trembling slightly, a distinct reddish ring blooming around her eye sockets as if they are about to overflow the next second, yet held back strictly within the banks by a stubborn resolve.
Limeng pours a cup of warm Qingxin flower tea …
Chapter 146