Just then,
when Boyle saw the Data Receipt Su Wen handed over,
she froze for a moment, her lively eyes briefly going still. But she instantly understood the deeper meaning behind his words, then burst into hearty laughter.
Boyle laughed as she said:
"When did you become so serious about making jokes?"
That was right.
This Resistance Army leader was indeed rough yet meticulous, and she had already understood what he truly meant.
She raised her hand, her thick glove lightly patting Su Wen's shoulder.
The dull sound of their spacesuits touching was especially clear on this silent planet:
"But no matter what, being able to meet you here in this godforsaken place is our greatest good fortune.
Let us 'Legal Citizens' apply for some long-overdue Interstellar Aid."
As she spoke,
she solemnly extended her hand. Those fingers, which had never once retreated through countless battles and difficult choices, lightly tapped the illusory yet uniquely meaningful Three-Dimensional Projection Receipt.
It was as though a new promise had been made—a promise about the future, about the Bloodstained Dawn of the Third Era. Like dawn, that promise pierced through layers of darkness and brought hope.
At that moment,
Lucia, leaning against the spacecraft window, also saw them.
The girl gently covered her mouth with her pale little hand, but her eyes shone with unmistakable joy. They were like stars glittering in the night sky, bright and captivating.
Perhaps,
through this series of experiences,
she had gradually come to understand what human emotions were. Those emotions had taken root in her heart and slowly grown.
Next,
both the Resistance Army represented by Boyle and Angelia naturally assumed that Su Wen had arranged this rescue mission.
Of course, if altering an insignificant piece of history through the epic-level Macro Chronicle had been enough to