now.

Even if the room is dark.

Su Wen seemed to have seen her beautiful face.

Just like.

The window outside the window is now [clearer], like the brilliant stars reflected in the deep blue waves of the entire Lost Sea.

Human civilization will always move forward.

Take steps towards the cold and lonely starry sky.

But he doesn't feel lonely now.

Just as Gibran held his first solo exhibition at a Boston gallery.

Then, he met his Mary Elizabeth Haskell.

The next day.

Su Wen and Jiang Menghan packed up and left the house early in the morning.

Last night, they made an appointment to visit the entire Starfall Port and appreciate the shock brought by this prosperous seaport city in the steam civilization.

nobody else.

Just him and her.

This is a necessary interlude on the journey.

now.

As the hotel door was pushed open.

Their eyesight is the steampunk-style harbor shrouded in mist, and the strong mechanical smell seems to be mixed with the thick fog.

Su Wen walked through the crowded streets and saw large ships from all over the world moored at the pier. The sailors moved huge propellers and turned with a roar:

“The city-states of the Lost Sea basically do not use electricity, so various mechanical equipment must be piled with a large number of metal parts.

The exquisite and ingenious interior design and the visual impact brought by various thick rivets and dark gears.

Maybe this is also a kind of romance."

The girl asked in confusion:

"Is it romantic?"

"Maybe some people will try it as a romance for men.

But for me.

This is civilized romance."

He replied calmly,

"Just like the neon lights on a rainy night in the cyberpunk world.

In the world of steampunk, there must also be a smoking steam engine.

When the steam transmission pipes no longer roar, when the interlocking gears no longer perform a heavy but rhythmic metal symphony.
Chapter completed!