Watching that staggering figure rush toward the battlefield, the usually carefree Bear Dunce actually crouched dejectedly on the ground.
He was struggling inwardly.
At that moment, he felt like a useless piece of trash.
He had thought he would stand in front of his companions forever.
At the very least, before he died, no one behind him would suffer any harm.
What made him feel powerless was this.
He could stop Mo Ling, but he didn't dare.
Mo Ling was important. She was a companion he could trust.
But Lin An was more important.
Just as Senior Colonel Chu had once said.
Anyone could die, except Lin An.
He wasn't afraid of death. In fact, one could say he faced it calmly. After all, his life had been salvaged from death in the first place. When Lin An needed him to sacrifice himself, he wouldn't hesitate for even a moment.
He simply couldn't accept Mo Ling, who was like his younger sister, walking down this path.
He had thought he would never experience this helplessness again in his lifetime.
His fists clenched with a crackle.
The expensive letter paper he had exchanged for now lay at his feet like a piece of waste paper.
It was covered in his crooked handwriting, along with Chu An's final reply.
Perhaps because he was worried that Bear Dunce would act rashly, or perhaps simply to help him understand, Chu An had given him an answer.
When Mo Ling left, he had "written" to Chu An again and again, wanting to confirm the answer he had already more or less guessed.
"Only Mo Ling can go in."
"If this drags on, more Lin Ans will be split off from different Timelines."
"Once the Timeline that a split-off Lin An belongs to extends beyond the