The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Having said that, Su Jin didn't expect An Changsong to reply.

An Changsong can see the future, from the actions of his opponents to the global landscape, but he cannot reveal it. Heavenly secrets must not be exposed, or he will lose his lifespan.

Su Jin protected her daughter very well, blocking all negative news about Lu Ming. In Su Yuehe's eyes, Lu Ming should just be a dead man.

Her daughter was naturally outstanding; no one would doubt the innate talent of a dead person—that was her plan.

Su Jin turned to look at the figure on the screen, her voice suppressed in her throat.

"Lu Ming, it wasn't enough that he ruined my life, he also wants to gamble my daughter's life on his absurd truth."

This is something she cannot allow.

An Changsong placed his hand on the table: "Old friend, although Lu Ming is an absolute madman, he is also Yuehe's father."

He looked at Su Jin's taut back: "Perhaps we should trust his backup plan."

"Besides, do you really think Yuehe is completely unaware of all this? With her intelligence, can she really be kept in the dark by you forever?"

Su Jin suddenly looked up: "Absolutely impossible!"

An Changsong also raised his head, unyielding: "Nothing is impossible!"

Just then, the main control computer on the command console emitted a series of piercing beeps.

The red warning lights flashed wildly at the top of the tent, casting flickering light on and off the faces of the two men.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Reporting to the Speaker!"

The rough voices of the technical officers and soldiers rang out outside the tent.

An Changsong quickly got up and retreated back into the darkness, hiding his figure behind the huge folds of the canvas.

It's not time for him to make a public appearance yet.

Su Jin suppressed all her emotions in an instant, turned around, and her voice returned to its usual cold and businesslike tone.

"Enter."

A young officer strode in, lifting the tent flap, holding a newly printed report in his hand.

He didn't have time to salute; he handed the report directly to Su Jin.

"Speaker, something has happened at the coordinates of the echo that the Eastern Group previously reported listening to."

Su Jin took the report, her eyes scanning the fluctuating data lines.

"The readings surged by ten orders of magnitude in a short period of time, which is a sign of an impending runaway."

The officer's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he spoke very quickly.

"Just one minute ago, the spacetime structure of that area was completely torn apart, and the weak point in space collapsed."

Su Jin pinched the edge of the report with her fingers, her fingertips pressing a dent into the paper.

Get to the point.

The officer swallowed hard and pointed to the coordinates on the sand table, which were located in the northeast direction.

"A stable vortex formed there, and the detectors indicate that it was a brief entrance capable of allowing entities to pass through."

"Should we...send someone in?"

……

The heating in the female soldiers' dormitory was so strong that a layer of white condensation covered the windowpanes.

Su Yuehe lay on the lower bunk, facing the wall, her breathing extremely soft.

With her eyes closed, her mind was filled with the image of that figure that had only flashed for a second on the tent screen.

The dark gray protective suit was too big and ill-fitting, and covered with frozen mud and debris.

The person was crouching in the pile of purple crystals, the curve of their back hunched over in a way that was strangely familiar, the kind of person she had seen countless times in photographs.

From childhood, everyone told her that her father, Lu Ming, died in a failed experiment.

Even An Changqing, who grew up with her, thought so. He never mentioned the scar and thought she was a pitiful girl who had lost her father.

Even she herself had always thought so, until she was twelve years old when she discovered that the man had not died at all.

The truth behind the death is that the mother, Su Jin, personally ordered the construction of a demon-suppressing tower.

The tower was built on their private island and is guarded year-round by elite troops.

The mother told everyone that a high-ranking demon was imprisoned there.

When Su Yuehe was twelve years old, she thought of this island while studying demonology. This was the first time in her life that her mother refused her request, citing safety reasons.

That's impossible. With her mother by her side, how could she be in danger? In this world, where there's a mother, how could there be danger?

The seed of curiosity did not disappear because of her mother's rejection, and she began to suspect the secrets of the island and what was inside the tower.

She witnessed her mother walking down the tower.

How could a high-ranking demon eat food meant for ordinary people?

That was the first time she relied on the power of forbidden arts and took advantage of the guards' lack of vigilance when they returned from their troop rotation to obtain the truth.

What's below isn't a demon, it's a person.

Su Yuehe gripped the edge of the thin military blanket tightly.

My fingernails dug into my palm.

If the father was imprisoned at the bottom of the tower, then who was that figure lingering at the edge of the rift in the northern wasteland?

What is he looking for?

How did they escape?

Or perhaps it was just a phantom of the past, and why did that father of the past come here?

Su Yuehe has few memories of her father, only existing in photographs, making it impossible to judge his identity.

Hongyuan walked into the public washroom, her hair still damp, and she was covered in the scent of soap.

She draped a towel around her neck, pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a big gulp of hot water from her thermos.

"You're acting strange today."

Hongyuan put the cup on the table and peeked at the huddled figure. She could tell at a glance that the person was not asleep.

She pretends to be asleep every night to read novels; how could she not tell if she's really asleep or not?

"He hasn't said a word since he came back from surveying. Was he frozen stiff from that awful place, or was he scared by that eerie sound?"

Su Yuehe turned over and didn't tell the truth: "It's probably because I was exposed to too much wind. I have a headache and feel nauseous."

Hongyuan went over and tucked the blanket in for her, then patted her shoulder.

"Drink some hot water and sweat it out. This awful weather in the North is the cure for all kinds of stubbornness. If you're still feeling unwell tomorrow, go to the infirmary and get some medicine."

Su Yuehe hummed in agreement and tucked her chin into the blanket.

The dormitory ceiling lights were turned off, leaving only a few dim rays of light filtering in from the corridor.

Listening to Hong Yuan's gradually steady breathing, Su Yuehe took out her phone from under her pillow.

She opened her contacts and her finger lingered on An Changqing's name for a long time.

You can't contact Changqing.

She moved her hand away, her thumb sliding down until it stopped on a name.

The faint light from the screen illuminated her pale face.

Five minutes later.

At the foot of the windbreak wall behind the boys' dormitory building, the cold wind, mixed with ice crystals, howled past.

Chen Guan leaned against the wall, wearing a military overcoat, his hands in his pockets, looking like an elderly person left behind in the village.

[Haha, I knew it was Chen Guan again.]

[AAA Psychology Committee Member Chen Guan is currently available online.]

[This is really weird. Why is it always this mysterious coffin man during the heart-to-heart talk segment?]

[I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, but anyway, he's like an evil medieval sorcerer...]

Doesn't anyone find it sacred?

Go sit at the same table with the star-crossed lovers upstairs.

Despite the unrestrained barrage of comments, Chen Guan still managed to extract the key information from the various abstract remarks.

That is, Su Yuehe has something that needs his comfort.

Oh no, I'm really going to become the class's psychology representative now.

After shivering in the cold wind for a while, a slender figure appeared from around the corner of the building, wrapped her coat tightly around herself, and walked quickly toward him.

Su Yuehe stopped in front of him, tiny ice crystals clinging to the tip of her nose, which was red from the cold.

"Sorry, it's so cold, I made you come out. Hongyuan woke up just now, so it took a while."

She spoke softly, and the white mist she exhaled was quickly dispersed by the wind.