Hear her say that.

Su Wen also smiled and shrugged.

"certainly.

After all, I’m a little sleepy now.”

Su Wen's words were not a lie.

Even if he can stay up late.

After Jiang Menghan used the extraordinary characteristics of the Artemis sublimation lineage to overdraw his spiritual energy, he also had to think about the girl around him.

so.

Su Wen ended the conversation gently and naturally.

He put the newly selected notes from the British Royal Society navigator ‘Alexander Dalrymple’ into his bag.

Then he gracefully made a farewell gesture:

"Miss Farmer.

If you expect the outcome of something to change.

I believe.

You will not regret it, today belongs to the encounter between us.

goodbye.

In the meantime, I wish you a sweet dream tonight."

Hear him say that.

Miss Farmell lowered her head and turned over the page she had just read:

"hope so."

With the sound of the card swiping machine, Su Wen and Jiang Menghan walked out of the reading room door.

at the same time.

The lights in the entire reading room in Area B also gradually went out.

It's like entering a real late night.

Under the rapid repairs of the logistics team and the emergency trauma team, the entire interior of the Wiltings has been repaired.

Jiang Menghan and Su Wen were walking in the corridor returning.

The frescoes of St. John painted by Gentile Fabriano and Pisanello between 1427 and 1423 were restored through modern American federal technology. The frescoes of St. John were shrouded in glass gas lights and glowed slightly yellow.

of luster.

At this moment, the entire ocean-going giant ship seemed to have completely sunk into the silent night.

Except for the subtle turning sound of the quartz clock hands.

All that could be heard in his ears was the waves lapping quietly against the ship's wall.

The two returned to their VIP lounge.

There are two beds in the lounge.

Su Wen hung his coat in the cloakroom, and then he wore single clothes very naturally and calmly leaned on the bed by the window.

Although he has known the Iceberg Girl for a long time, his experience of living in the same house like this is probably not too much.

so.

When I saw Jiang Menghan's delicate and hesitant expression.

He felt that there was no need to say much now.

He just turned off the wall lamp thoughtfully and turned his gaze to the stars looming outside the hazy mist of the Lost Sea outside the window.

Accompanied by the sound of clothes squeezing behind him.

Su Wen felt that now he might even be able to paint an extremely beautiful picture using only his consciousness and words.

perhaps.

This is youth.

He maintained a proper gentlemanly demeanor, but he did not maintain a saintly attitude because of this.

The two gradually narrowed the distance between each other in a tacit understanding.

To him, to Jiang Menghan.

Maybe it's all too romantic.

"It's no problem anymore."

I heard Jiang Menghan's cold and slightly shy voice.

Su Wen pulled the wall light switch close to him.

With the yellowish light of the Victorian gas lamps falling.

The girl pulled the light gray sheet to her chest.

At the same time, her long, pure black hair also flowed along the Europa-style bed curtains.

Looking at such a quiet and beautiful scene, Su Wen couldn't help but have a gentle smile on his lips:

"It's time to sleep."

"I want to hear one more story from you.

It seems that we rarely have the opportunity to talk about stories that we want to put into dreams before going to bed like this."

"Yes, because I usually go to bed late."

"But it shouldn't be similar now.

You said it.

This is just a dream."

"No, just experience it in the form of a dream.

If you think this description is just romantic but not realistic.

I think.

I can replace it with a more precise description.

As William Shakespeare (eare) wrote of that name:

Sonnets of the Night.”

Su Wen continued:

"The memory of tonight is so beautiful, how could I just regard it as a dream."

"Good answer."

Jiang Menghan snorted softly.

Then he replied gently.

"Remember to have a sweet dream."

"I will."

As the lights went out, only the dim light from the portholes remained in the entire house.

Everything has quieted down.

Su Wen exited the virtual reality mode and instantly returned to the present world of Jiangnan from the future of the Lost Sea.

For Jiang Menghan, the entire trip was indeed a real dream that will not be forgotten.

And for him.

This long journey starting from Detroit is also a fantasy from the observer.

He leaned against the bed at Yunzhou's window and looked into the distance.

at this time.

The setting sun in the cold winter in the south of the Yangtze River has not yet been completely buried by the night.

The pale white new moon is printed on the diagonal top of the light blue sky, like a shallow notch.

There is still a ray of residual rays of light beside the skyline, like the endless abyss at the end of the earth, absorbing the end of the remaining light into the boundless mist.

He silently watched the sunset sink into the south of the Yangtze River.

Then he ordered takeout, leaned on the headrest of the gaming chair and clicked to continue the game.

At this time, the time travel game also spent the night and arrived at the early morning of the next day.
To be continued...