While Su Yi and Winter discussed the Heat Death Research Institute, Wheelchair had already arrived at the room next door.
The moment Wheelchair pushed open the door and entered, Big Watermelon and his parents, who were waiting inside, all looked up at him.
Seeing this Wheelchair, who felt so utterly familiar and real to them, all three burst into tears of excitement.
Wheelchair's parents rushed over first and pulled their son into their arms.
Although they knew the son they were holding was no longer the child they had raised themselves, they still embraced him.
Neither of the elderly parents minded pouring all their longing for their son into this data construct.
"Son, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Wheelchair's mother fought back her tears as she asked in a trembling voice.
Wheelchair's eyes were filled with remorse and guilt. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I made you worry."
"You raised me, but because of my recklessness, I won't have the chance to care for you in your old age."
Hearing that utterly familiar voice and seeing the sincerity in his eyes, his parents froze.
At that moment, they instinctively believed their son was standing right in front of them.
This was no simulated data construct. This was their son himself!
The subtle inflections in his speech and his trembling eyes were all so much like their son's.
The couple exchanged a stunned glance, but neither voiced it.
They led Wheelchair to a seat and began testing him from every angle, checking whether this data construct of their son had any gaps in his memories.
Big Watermelon joined the conversation as well.
Wheelchair's behavior left Big Watermelon utterly stunned and surprised.
She knew the game company's technology was frighteningly advanced.
Yet this data construct of Wheelchair showed no flaws