Chapter 150 The Whistleblower

"[I wish to live like a meteor streaking across the sky, with edges and angles, and still able to shine brightly.]"

Meng Lang read this sentence and sighed softly.

When ideals are replaced by harsh realities, one might end up accepting life's imperfections, gradually smoothing out the enthusiasm and edges of youth, uttering such thoughts.

Although unmentioned, under the pressure of the apocalypse drawing nearer each day, Meng Lang must have exhausted all his efforts by now.

The saddest thing in the world, no doubt, is feeling sympathy for oneself...

Putting aside his emotions, Meng Lang looked at this book "Meteor" very carefully several times with a serious face.

He had at last lived again until 2043, and as planned, he conducted environmental monitoring.

It was both sad and surprising that he indeed detected some environmental changes this time, confirming his previous speculations.