If the universe constant really is a specific number...
Then what is that number.
Exactly?
Soon!
He will calculate it very soon!
...
At the same time.
Mi Country, New York, Manhattan, Empire State Building Suite.
Clang.
The silver fork slipped from CC's hand and hit the "New York Daily News" on the coffee table, bounced twice crisply, and rolled onto the carpet.
CC breathed rapidly, her face pale.
She stared at the TV screen, the intense [explosion], the dazzling [white light], the [burning] fireball, the towering [mushroom cloud]...
Pupils trembling.
Her whole body was trembling.
"CC!"
Lin Xian noticed something was wrong with CC, quickly ran over, and supported her:
"CC? What's wrong CC?"
CC took a deep breath.
Lowered her head, and softly said:
"Lin... Lin Xian, let's go back to Brooklyn... I don't want to stay in Manhattan anymore."
"Ah?"
Lin Xian was caught off guard and asked puzzled:
"Why? Haven't we been having a good time these past few days?"
