Lan Wanji looked up behind him, his white robes and forehead ribbon fluttering in the cold wind. The night had passed. The sun in the sky was about to rise. And the sun on the ground was falling.
Lan Wanji looked up behind him, his white robes and forehead ribbon fluttering in the cold wind. The night had passed. The sun in the sky was about to rise. And the sun on the ground was falling.
Your science can save a man‘s life, but imagination makes it worth living.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.