“I wonder what their life here was like?” Cheng Xin asked, tears glistening in her eyes. “Anything was possible,” said Yifan. “Did they have children?” “Anything was possible. They could have even founded a civilization here.” Cheng Xin knew that was indeed possible. But even if that civilization had lasted ten million years, the eight million-plus years that had come after would have erased all traces of it. Time really was the cruelest force of all.
