C449 Arrival at the Port City

The plane was flying. The clouds outside the window were green and red, red and white, and the sky was bright.

Gu Zichen did not sleep all night and stared blankly out of the window. The process of red-and-white substitution vaguely drew a line between day and night. It was the first time he saw such a scene, and although it was beautiful, he was not in the mood to appreciate it