The setting sun looked like blood, and the afterglow like gold, resembling a magnificent painting that dyed the entire city in shades of orange-red. The warm and solemn twilight gently washed over the soaring skyscrapers, as if draping them in a golden veil and instantly imbuing the otherwise cold architecture with a sense of vibrant life.
The glass curtain walls of the building gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, acting like a giant mirror that reflected the surrounding scenery piece by piece. The distant mountains, the nearby streets, and the constant flow of vehicles and pedestrians all took on a unique aesthetic within this "mirror." Compared with the surrounding structures, this building stood out remarkably; its height and distinctive design made it the focal point of the city, like a technological beacon standing tall and guiding people to continuously explore unknown realms.
Chén Zhāoyáng stood quietly in front of the building, his silhouette stretched long by the setting sun, reaching all the way back to the research center behind him. His figure blended seamlessly with the contours of the research center, forming a picture of quiet harmony. At this moment, he seemed to merge with the building and the research center, becoming an integral part of them. His gaze was fixed on the structure, filled with a deep reverence and a longing for the future.
Chapter 171