He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Nian was so happy that she spun around on the spot, her skirt fluttering like a blooming flower.

"Brother! Look at Mom's hair clip!"

"I saw it."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"nice."

When Yun Yi said those two words, his gaze fell on Wen Ruotang's face.

Her cheekbones are higher than last month, and her eye sockets are deeper.

But she was smiling, a very genuine smile, not the kind of perfunctory smile meant to reassure others.

She was genuinely happy.

Because of Yun Nian.

In this family, the only person who can truly make Wen Ruotang laugh is Yun Nian.

It wasn't Yun Tianheng, it wasn't him.

She was that little girl with pigtails, who ran like the wind and laughed like a string of bells.

Dinner was eaten at home.

Sister Liu prepared a table full of dishes: braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, and a large cake with eight candles on it.

Yun Nian stood in front of the cake, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

I made the promise for a long time.

"What did you wish for?"

Sister Liu asked.

Yun Nian opened her eyes and gave a sly smile.

"You can't say it, or it won't work."

She secretly glanced at Yun Yi.

That glance was so quick that no one except Yun Yi noticed it.

Yun Yi did not ask any further questions.

But he remembered it in his heart.

……

Less than a month later, things changed.

That night, Yun Yi was reading in his room—at eleven years old, he no longer needed to pretend to look at picture books. He had already read most of the encyclopedia and was even using the microscope, although he had to lock the door every time he used it to prevent Yun Nian from suddenly barging in.

The door downstairs rang.

It wasn't Sister Liu's voice coming back—she's on vacation today.

It wasn't Wen Ruotang either—she had already gone to sleep.

It is Yun Tianheng.

But the footsteps sounded different today.

It was more urgent than usual.

It wasn't the kind of unhurried, deliberate way of walking, but rather a kind of... Yun Yi thought for a moment and found a word—

A sense of urgency.

Yunyi put down his book, walked to the door, and opened it a crack.

Yun Tianheng did not go upstairs, but went directly into the study.

The door closed.

But Yunyi's ears are not those of an ordinary person.

He sat in his room, separated by two floors and seven or eight walls, and could hear every word spoken in the study clearly.

Yun Tianheng was on the phone.

"...Are you ready?"

silence.

"Where are the reagents?"

silence.

"What about personnel arrangements?"

silence.

"Then proceed as planned."

Three days later.

silence.

"I'll make arrangements for her."

The phone hangs up.

The study remained quiet for a long time.

Then Yun Tianheng spoke, his voice very low, as if he were talking to himself.

"It's too late."

Just those three words.

Yunyi leaned against the headboard, repeating those three words over and over again.

That's too late.

What's too late?

Her body?

Or something else?

He remembered the term—Project B-7.

I was reminded of Zhou Yuan from the CDC.

I remembered what Dr. Shen said: "There are no similar cases."

All the fragments were pieced together in his mind, but what came out was not a complete picture, but a huge, dark hole.

He didn't know what was inside the cave.

But he knew that the cave would open in three days.

……

Three days.

During these three days, Yun Tianheng hardly went home.

The atmosphere at home became strange.

Sister Liu still cooks and cleans every day, but she smiles less. Sometimes she stands in the kitchen in a daze, not moving the rag in her hand for a long time.

Wen Ruotang was still lying in bed, but her cough had improved a lot and she hardly coughed anymore.

This should have been a good thing, but after Dr. Shen came to see me, my complexion was even worse than before.

Yunyi asked him what was wrong, and Dr. Shen smiled and said it was nothing, but that smile was uglier than a cry.

Only Yun Nian knew nothing.

She went to school as usual, came home as usual, chased after Sister Liu for snacks as usual, and did her homework on Yunyi's bed as usual, looking up at him whenever she encountered a problem she couldn't solve.

"Brother, how do I do this problem?"

Yun Yi glanced at it—it was elementary school math, like the chicken and rabbit problem.

Let there be x chickens and y rabbits.

"What is x?"

"...I'll teach you another way."

He explained the problem in the simplest way possible. Yun Nian understood, happily finished her homework, and then fell asleep on his bed.

Yunyi looked at her sleeping face.

Eight-year-old Yun Nian is no longer as round as she was when she was little. Her chin is a bit more pointed and her nose is a bit more prominent, but her mouth is still small and pursed up like a cherry.

Her eyelashes were very long, like two small fans.

He discovered it the day he was born.

He silently wondered to himself—he had no idea what would happen in three days.

But he knew one thing.

No matter what happens, he will keep this girl alive.

It's not because of the reincarnators' mission, nor because of plundering the source.

It was because of the mud on her face and the light in her eyes when she said, "I'll teach you how to play."

……

Day three.

Yunyi woke up very early that morning.

It was still dark outside the window, and the streetlights were still on, illuminating the empty streets.

He heard noises downstairs.

It's not Sister Liu—she hasn't arrived yet.

It is Yun Tianheng.

He is back.

He wasn't the only one.

There were two other people walking very quietly, as if they were deliberately keeping their voices down.

Yun Yi listened intently.

The sound of men's footsteps, both of them.

Their steps were synchronized and their spacing was uniform, as if they had received specialized training.

Security?

soldier?

They stood in the living room, and Yun Tianheng's voice rang out.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"Where are the personnel?"

"Already on standby at the designated location."

"Where are the reagents?"

"All in position."

"it is good."

Yun Tianheng remained silent for a moment.

"Go up and fetch the lady and children."

Footsteps were coming upstairs.

Yun Yi closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

The door was gently pushed open, and Yun Tianheng walked in, standing by the bed for a while.

"Xiao Yi".

Yun Yi opened his eyes, pretending to have just woken up, and rubbed his eyes.

"dad?"

"Get up and get dressed."

"We need to go out."

"Where to?"

"A safe place."

Yun Tianheng's tone was calm, no different from usual.

But Yunyi noticed that his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

It's not nervousness.

What is being controlled?

"Where's my sister?"

"It's already in the car."

Yun Yi nodded, got out of bed, and dressed himself.

He didn't ask any further questions.

An eleven-year-old shouldn't ask too many questions.

But as he walked past Yun Tianheng, he looked up at him.

His face was expressionless, like a stagnant pool.

But beneath the stagnant water, something is churning.

Yunyi recognized that look in his eyes.

He had met him in the Great Yan Dynasty.

He always had this look in his eyes before making any major decision.

That look in his eyes that says, "I know what's going to happen next, but you don't need to know."

That look in his eyes that says, "Everything is under my control, but the result of that control may not be what you want."

That look that says, "I did what I thought was right, and I don't care what you think of me."