A hero's grave lies in the lap of beauty.
Though gentleness had nothing to do with Liang Bing, and Hua Zhen could hardly be called a hero, over these hundred years of day-to-day companionship, their feelings had risen from instinct driven by desire to something perfectly sublime.
Sweet but never cloying—there was no better description of their relationship.
Toward Liang Bing, that crazy girl he had watched grow up, Hua Zhen had long since lost any notion of treating her like a younger sister. He had grown used to having her by his side, to waking each morning and sharing intimate tenderness with her, as well as her casual physical and verbal teasing.
They went everywhere together, discussed technologies related to spacetime, and worked side by side to shape Angel Civilization on the Great Attractor into the vision they both imagined.
During their free time, he made the desserts she loved, enjoying the blissful, adorably innocent look on her face whenever she ate...
That was why habits were not always good things. Things one ought to have been wary of were often overlooked because of that very word.
Just as Hua Zhen immersed himself in that dreamlike sweetness and happiness, a Dark Signal from Heavenly City struck him like a bolt from the blue, brutally dragging him back to reality.
Time returned to one day earlier.
The cold air entered his nose and chilled him to the core. A feeling called lingering fear began spreading through Hua Zhen's heart. Forcing himself to calm down, he pressed a bent finger against his temple and asked in a low voice, "Is this information accurate?"
Kiran's somewhat heavy voice came from the other end of the communication as well. "Before you left, you synchronized Black Shadow's relevant data with me. I've been