"Mm, to create Taiyi's Dream, someone had to fall into solitary wakefulness and sustain this dreamlike paradise for the masses, transcending the pain of the material world and overcoming suffering through the spirit."
Qianyi took out his phone and played a recording he had prepared in advance for everyone. "What I wagered was that Sunday alone simply couldn't bear the weight of the grief of countless living beings."
"So that's how it is..."
Listening to the familiar yet stubborn voice in the recording, Robin suddenly shook her head. "But my brother's spirit and will are incredibly strong. What if he really can endure it? What then?"
"Robin, do you remember the method I mentioned before for dealing with your brother?"
Qianyi wore a sly smile.
"You mean!"
Robin's eyes instantly lit up.
Earlier, in order to stop the Taiyi's Dream created by Sunday, they had devised an almost absurd plan: have Sunday's younger sister, Robin, get swept off her feet by someone—preferably a blond delinquent riding a loud motorcycle.
Only such a deeply unforgettable stimulus could truly anger the always calm, elegant, and composed head of the Oak Family Lineage, making him so furious that he would no longer wish to make up for his regrets in a false dream. He would completely abandon the fantasy of mending regrets through dreams and instead be forced to settle things in reality.
Now, they would bring that plan back and turn it into a limited version of Taiyi's Dream, allowing Sunday to experience watching Robin marry someone else with his own eyes...
Given Sunday's almost obsessive devotion to his sister, he probably would not want to remain in that dream for even one second longer.
And if he could not even endure that kind of pain, then naturally he could not speak