The Border Prison roars.

Amidst the echoes of the colossal noise, enormous facilities operate, towering like mountains on the endless steel plains, operating thunderously.

Rivers of molten steel flow tirelessly, hammering and forging sounds are endless, countless mechanical tools rush back and forth, tireless, like a swarm of ants.

As the temperature gradually rises, the pungent air is already filled with various toxins, incessant noise, continuous vibrations.

The entire outer layer of the Border Prison has completely become a wasteland unsuitable for ordinary people.

And right in the deepest part of the Border Prison, within Paradise.

In the dream within a dream, sunlight shines and the years are calm.

Outside in the square, people come and go, after a great war, rewards are distributed, limited skins and equipment rewards, countless people have replaced new gear and appearances, flaunting in the public space, occasionally barking like dogs, immensely happy.

A small window divides the public space from the private domain.

The hustle and bustle outside, under guidance, is faintly heard, preventing the silent little room from becoming too lonely and depressing.

The flowers in the vase seem freshly picked, exuding a subtle fragrance amidst their beauty, one by one refracting sunlight, casting faint rainbows on the walls.

"Brother, brother, flowers, flowers, beautiful."

Amidst the bunches of flowers, in a box padded with soft velvet, a face bearing remnants of innocence smiles foolishly, repeatedly saying: "Flowers, flowers, flower flowers."

"Yes, beautiful."

Yan Fei nods, his voice inconceivably gentle.

He gently pinches the cheek, carefully, as if touching a bubble, then flips a page of the book in his hand, continuing to read to him: "…The pointed end interacts with the heart via the moving keyboard cam mechanism, the cam rotates clockwise at a constant speed… known maximum torque transmission by the drive wheel… a pair of external involute gears mounted non-toothed on the sides…"

"Brother, brother, candy… candy candy…"

"Alright, have candy, have candy."

Dizzy and dazed, Yan Fei lifts his head, picks up the candy on the table, carefully places it in his mouth, and the child beams with delight.

Licking a small candy bean, his gaze fixes on the flowers swaying in the breeze.

Those mottled light spots cast on his face, as if he were merging into the flowers, leaving Yan Fei stunned on the spot.

Holding the book, he can't read anymore.

Just quietly observing his cheek, watching the flowers with him.

For a long time, a long time, the gentle clock ticks, repeatedly, yet he remains unwilling to withdraw his gaze, until the final deadline approaches.

Yan Fei carefully lifts the box, placing him amidst the flowers.

Then, picks up the jar, taking out ten of his favorite candies, contemplating, but feels eating too many isn't good, so puts back three.

Puts them in the box, within his reach, caresses his hair.

"One candy a day, understand?"

"Brother, brother…"

The innocent face no longer looks at the flowers, nor the candy, but looks at him, repeating persistently, as if trying to retain him.

"Brother has to go out, to kill the bad people who harmed you."

Yan Fei hugs the box, bends down, sticks his cheek to him, gently tells him: "Mr. Ji told me, once this dream ends, you'll recover. Then brother can repair cars, do welding, you can go to school, we… we… we can…"

His voice falters, wanting to promise something, yet for reasons unknown, he can't resist tears, unable to control sobbing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I…"

Tears, drop by drop, fall, sliding off the box.

I'm sorry, for letting you become like this.

I really, really miss you.

"Brother, brother."

"Yes, I'm here."

"Brother."

"Yes, I'm leaving now."

Yan Fei hugs him, finally, touches his cheek.

"Wait for me to return."

"We'll go home together."

The door gently closed.

The soft murmurs reverberate in the silence, for a long time, gradually dissipating.

The smiling face basking in the sunshine, asleep among the flowers.

Quietly waiting.

.

.

Ji Jue gently closed the door.

Solid alchemy, sealing inside and outside, sixth-level lock, complete isolation.

"…Resolved?" Bao Dacai munches on a cucumber, squatting at the end of the corridor, peeking around.

"Went smoothly, despite being so strong, but she only lets her guard down around those close to her." Ji Jue sighs: "The stuff in the wine should be enough to keep her asleep for several days."

"I'd say, this decision lacks wisdom."

Old Deng shrugs, singing a different tune: "You should know her uniqueness, she's a crucial force against the Holy God."

Ji Jue says nothing, turns his head, looks over.

Quietly gazes at him.

As if deliberating.

Until Old Deng raises his hands, surrendering.

"Alright, you have the final say."

Old Deng shakes his head, silently sighs in his heart.

No wonder they say the Yangtze River waves push forward.

The current Little Deng is truly ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver, just due to a hint of worry and concern, he unhesitatingly drugs a teammate…

Though the intention is protection, isn't this overprotective?

Never mind, old folks shouldn't meddle in young people's affairs.

"Ah, youth."

He inexplicably sighs, staggering while holding his hat, following behind.

"Mr. Ji, everything is ready."

Yu Shu, wearing a respirator, reports gruffly: "Personnel organization and arrangements are pretty much done, ready to depart at any time, although it seems there's a bit of a glitch, I didn't find my dispatch."

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