In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

"that is the truth."

Diana stared at Jonathan's profile in silence, feeling inexplicably itchy in her heart.

To be honest, in her inner world, she has been in a state of constant loss and loneliness since the moment she completely lost Steve in 1984.

Steve's return, that brief and cruel reunion, still exists in the depths of her memory as clear as a knife.

The evil god's wish stone granted her the most impossible wish

But the price was not something she could afford.

In order to save the world, she had to give up, and when she had to cancel the wish herself, Steve finally disappeared around a corner, this time, more thoroughly than the last time.

Directly into nothingness.

The man who returned because of a wish she made and then disappeared again took away almost all her expectations of love.

For nearly half a century, she was like a frozen statue, keeping an almost cold distance from emotions.

Maybe it was Jonathan's peculiarity that caused such a huge mistake to happen when they first met.

But in order to conquer a woman directly, one needs to achieve a certain key word, and Jonathan happened to achieve this goal by accident.

First comes the visual stimulation, then the intimate contact.

Add to that the mystery and powerful strength of the aliens.

As an Amazon warrior, Diana's people have always worshipped strength.

The power that Jonathan possessed was far beyond her expectations, and this powerful instinct also awakened her primitive desire for a partner deep in her heart.

This is another emotional vortex with no end in sight.

Maybe... it's time to embrace a new life?

Afternoon, in the editorial office of Daily Planet.

The sunlight slanted in from the window, casting a warm golden glow on Clark's angular face.

At the desk, he lowered his head in concentration, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard.

The desk was piled with documents waiting to be sorted out, and there was a cup of steaming coffee on the corner of the desk.

The pattern his girlfriend Louise gave him can be vaguely seen on the coffee cup——

A flying bird symbolizes freedom and hope.

Pressing the Enter key on the keyboard, Clark pushed his glasses up habitually, his eyes quickly scanned the computer screen, and his fingers quickly organized today's manuscripts.

But at this moment, the ringing of the phone on the desk broke the tranquility of the office. The ringing sound was sharp and urgent, which was out of tune with the usual quiet working atmosphere.

Clark frowned slightly at being interrupted and reached for the microphone.

"This is the editorial office of the Daily Planet. Hello, Clark?"

"Is your name Clark Kent? I know you're not an ordinary person..."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Clark frowned even more tightly after hearing this. His identity had always been hidden very well. Whenever his abilities were exposed, he would move away quickly.

"Just listen to me. From a young age, you have been able to see through things. Your listening range is very large, and you can even see the microscopic world that ordinary people cannot see, right?"

Hearing this, Clark's heartbeat suddenly quickened and beads of sweat quietly seeped out of his forehead.

The sunlight seemed to freeze in an instant, and Clark felt his breathing become unusually heavy at this moment.

His memory instantly went back to his childhood.

In the small town of Kansas, there were those strange looks, the hidden ridicule, and the abilities he had to carefully hide.

My adoptive father's earnest teachings always echo in my ears:

"Clark, you are special, but that doesn't mean you are a monster. You have to learn to hide and protect yourself."

Jonathan continued his calm narration.

“From the moment you can see through walls and hear voices from miles away, you know you are different.

Those abilities that ordinary people cannot understand are not a gift to you, but a heavy burden. "

Clark's hands trembled slightly.

For many years, he had carefully concealed his uniqueness.

As a journalist, he learned to blend in with the crowd in the most ordinary way possible, disguising himself with glasses and a smart suit.

However, at this moment, facing this strange voice that knew everything, all his disguises collapsed in an instant.

"who are you?"

Clark struggled to squeeze out these words, his voice filled with shock and vigilance that were difficult to conceal.

For many years, this was his deepest secret, never mentioned to anyone.

"My name is Jonathan."

"I am one of your people, from Krypton... to be more precise, a survivor of Krypton."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering Clark's last line of defense.

The pen in his hand fell onto the table with a "bang", and the documents on the table scattered.

"Where are you?"

Clark couldn't wait to ask, his voice trembling with disbelief.

As the last survivor of Krypton, he always thought he was a lonely alien.

“Street Park.”

Jonathan answered simply.

Clark stood up quickly, and his colleagues around him were attracted by his sudden action.

Hearing the noise, editor-in-chief Perry leaned out of the office and looked at him puzzledly:

"Kent, what happened?"

"Sorry, something urgent happened."

Clark responded hastily, picked up a shoulder bag and ran out of the newspaper office.

The street park is quiet and warm, and the afternoon sun is like golden silk, gently spreading on the green grass.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and a gentle breeze swept across the lawn, bringing the fresh scent of earth and fresh grass.

Clark stood in a corner of the park, with an ancient ginkgo tree behind him. The tree had lush branches and leaves, and its mottled shadows fell on his broad shoulders.

He stared intently at a man not far away. Hmm...

And there was the female companion next to him who was so beautiful that it was almost unbelievable.

The man was about 1.85 meters tall. He was wearing a dark blue wool-blend suit jacket and dark grey narrow-leg trousers that outlined his long, straight legs.

Next to him, the woman was wearing a custom-made beige silk trench coat with a dark purple velvet turtleneck underneath.

Her thick black hair falls smoothly on her shoulders, and her whole body exudes a temperament that is a perfect combination of intellect and sexiness.

In fact, Clark did not target these two pairs of people who were dressed very conspicuously at the beginning.

As his eyes were constantly screening the passers-by who seemed to be waiting, his body involuntarily felt a strange bio-electric wave.

It was a unique frequency, and Clark could clearly capture the molecular rhythm inside the other person's body.

The rhythm is strikingly similar to his own life pulse—

It's like cells split from the same source.

After feeling this, Clark slowly set his target on Jonathan in front of him.

This... they are really from the same race... but why do the styles look completely different?