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"It's nothing, I just couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air."

Chen Guan straightened up and looked at her: "Speak, what is it?"

Su Yuehe rubbed her cold hands, remained silent for a few seconds, and then raised her head.

"You saw the drone footage from the briefing, right?"

"I saw it."

"You probably didn't notice, but there was a fleeting glimpse of a figure from behind."

Su Yuehe's voice was soft, yet clear: "I think that's my father."

Baal's voice popped into Chen Guan's mind, smug and triumphant.

"Hehehe! Lord Baal said long ago that something was wrong with this little girl. There was something sewn into her body, half of her own and half of someone else's."

Chen Guan ignored the noise in his head and focused his gaze on Su Yuehe's face.

Her eyes were filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing search.

"Your father is already..."

Chen Guan didn't finish his sentence. After returning home, he did some research and found out that her father had died more than a decade ago.

"That's what everyone thinks."

Su Yuehe interrupted him: "But I know he's still alive."

"You want to investigate this matter?"

"right."

Chen Guan pondered for a moment after hearing this. If what Su Yuehe said was true, then this matter should be quite troublesome.

You have to understand who Lu Ming is; he's the speaker's husband. He doesn't believe Su Jin was unaware of this matter.

This isn't just helping investigate a phantom; it's uncovering the secrets of a wealthy family.

That Ms. Su doesn't seem easy to get along with.

However, to say that we should just let it go...

Since we're already here!

"I can help you investigate."

He spoke, then paused, meeting Su Yuehe's instantly brightening gaze.

"However, I have one condition."

Su Yuehe did not answer immediately, but simply looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Investigating this matter is dangerous, and not just physically."

Chen Guan's tone was calm: "The truth you want may completely overturn your understanding, and may even hurt you."

He paused for a moment; he could tell that Su Yuehe had feelings for her mother.

"My condition is that when the truth comes to you, you must unconditionally trust my judgment, not your own feelings."

A cold wind swept between the two, ruffling the stray hairs on Su Yuehe's forehead.

She remained silent for a long time, so long that Chen Guan thought she would refuse.

"it is good."

Su Yuehe raised her face, and in the darkness, her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

I promise you.

……

the other side.

The tent flaps fell, the piercing alarm stopped, and only the rotating red warning lights on the ceiling cast flickering shadows inside the tent.

Su Jin stood there, still clutching the report with the data exploding in her hand; the edges of the thermal paper had softened from her body heat.

"A stable entry point?"

She spoke in a flat tone, as if she were reading a report.

In the darkness, An Changsong's figure emerged from behind the folds of the canvas.

He walked to the opposite side of Su Jin, his gaze also falling on the coordinate point on the sand table that had been newly marked with a red arrow.

Su Jin didn't look at him; her gaze remained fixed on the miniature terrain model on the sand table.

"I think this is the time Lu Ming has been waiting for."

Every word An Changsong spoke was filled with certainty.

Having seen so much, he no longer believed in coincidences.

Su Jin casually tossed the report in her hand onto the table, the papers fluttering down with a soft sound.

She turned around, and her gaze finally fell on An Changsong.

"You've been brainwashed by that madman's theories too?" Her voice was dry and hard. "You want me to send Yuehe into that hellhole where even the spacetime structure has collapsed?"

"I don't want to."

An Changsong shook his head, pulled over the folding chair and sat down, looking up at the woman in front of him who was covered in ice.

"But Yuehe thought..."

Su Jin's breath hitched for a moment.

"What you don't know is that she went to see that student named Chen Guan alone tonight."

An Changsong's tone remained calm, but every word struck Su Jin's heart: "Your so-called protection is pushing her toward any outsider she thinks she can trust."

He met Su Jin through Lu Ming. He didn't know much about her past, but he did know that she was a good mother.

This was one of the few times she acted as Su Jin, discussing matters concerning her daughter.

Su Jin's lips pressed into a stiff, straight line.

An Changsong continued, "You know the consequences better than I do. The rejection reaction of the Word Spirit will only get stronger. It's not that she's physically weak; it's that her body is trying to kill a power that doesn't belong to her."

"You gave her life, Lu Ming gave her a curse." An Changsong looked at her. "Now, fate has given her a door that might break the curse. Are you going to close it for her with your own hands?"

"Behind that door might lie even more utter destruction." Su Jin's voice finally gained some emotion.

"That's better than slowly withering away here."

An Changsong stood up and walked up to her: "Old friend, you can no longer act as a mother in your capacity as speaker."

"You have planned everything for human civilization, but your daughter's life is not a pawn on a chessboard, and you cannot plan it for her."

Just as he never interfered with his son's choices, An Changqing was An Changqing. He could choose his own life, even if it wasn't the best solution in his eyes.

Once you've answered the question about life, what does it matter if the answer is standard or not?

Su Jin shifted her gaze from his face to the dark night sky outside the tent, where a blue rift hung in the distance, seemingly never to heal.

He looked at Su Jin's tense profile.

"Perhaps, that silhouette, that voice, that sudden vortex... all of this might just be a blessing from fate."

Su Jin closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting trembling shadows in the red light.

Images of her daughter's pale face after each use of her powers from childhood to adulthood flashed through her mind, along with the stubborn look in her eyes as she forced herself to say she was alright.

Everything she did—sealing up the research, imprisoning Lu Ming, erasing all traces—was merely a delaying of this inevitable collapse.

When she opened her eyes again, the weariness and struggle in them had completely disappeared, replaced by absolute rationality.

"The team tasked with the new mission needs a leader who is familiar with the situation."

An Changsong was taken aback, but then he understood what she meant.

"An Changqing is the most suitable candidate."

He's serious about the pit.

"I agree."

Su Jin walked to the command console and quickly tapped on the control panel to bring up the personnel allocation interface.

"However, An Changqing can be assigned, but Yuehe cannot."

Her finger hovered over Su Yuehe's name, but she didn't click on it.

"I'll send her the mission briefing and risk assessment." Su Jin turned to look at An Changsong: "Whether she goes or not, let her choose."

This time, I will give you the right to choose.