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Yan Huan's consciousness, like invisible fingertips, reached out without much thought and habitually touched the "Details" option.
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The light flickered slightly, and the scene in the image stabilized.
The seed, transformed into a Little Fairy, was still confined within that cold, invisible cage. Its tiny figure looked especially lonely in the empty courtyard.
During the long days when Cyrene was absent, it repeatedly pulled up Cyrene's warm voice recordings, playing those familiar little stories over and over like its most precious records, using them to drive away the surrounding loneliness and chill...
"[Though you never speak, I know you're listening. Every story I tell...]"
"[...will be like a little key, opening a door in your heart, won't it?]"
Hearing this, the Little Fairy tried hard to imitate Cyrene from its memories. Awkwardly, it pulled at the corners of its mouth, revealing a tentative, slightly stiff smile.
">>> Hee. Little Fairy. Happy."
"Talking. Easy. I. Can."
Not long afterward, Cyrene appeared outside the cage once more, just as promised. She quietly arrived, knelt down, and looked gently into the cage as she began telling a new story.
"Once again, the epic had reached its end."
"Everything was quiet, just like it was now."
The Little Fairy nodded and tried hard to imitate the posture of an attentive Listener, turning its large ears toward Cyrene.
"Shh. You talk. I listen."
"This time too. Sit together."
It tried to move closer to Cyrene's position. Its small, fluffy body pressed tightly against the cold iron bars, but all it touched was the same impassable divide.
There was tenderness in Cyrene's