"What Sunday wanted to build was a false dream where everyone could be happy. But if you got married at such a critical moment, do you think he would still have the mind to work on Taiyi's Dream?"
Qianyi asked in return.
"Brother... would he really be affected by something like this?"
Robin lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling as she unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt. Her voice was so soft that she seemed to be talking to herself.
"Of course he would."
Qianyi's gaze swept over her trembling wings, his voice certain. "Even if he forced himself to accept it through sheer willpower, building Taiyi's Dream requires someone to remain lucid in solitude and maintain that dreamlike paradise for the masses through eternal martyrdom. While he endured loneliness and pain, news of your marriage in reality would follow him every second of every minute, constantly gnawing away at his sanity. Tell me, by then, could he still maintain the clarity and calm required to build that dream?"
The answer was that he absolutely could not.
Because Sunday would only grow angrier the more he thought about it, until he simply exploded with rage. In his fury, he would try to alter Robin's dream, preventing her from marrying someone else or having children in her beautiful dream. He might even want to personally finish off the bastard who had "stolen" his sister in reality.
By then, they probably would not need to do anything. Taiyi's Dream would collapse on its own as Sunday's emotions fell apart.
Because at that moment, he would no longer be a martyred "Messiah," but simply an older brother.
Robin lowered her eyes in thought, the feathers behind her ears trembling slightly. After a moment, she raised her head, her eyes filled with