"Guys, Little Cutie and its family have only just escaped their ordeal. What they need most right now is a sense of safety, not people bothering them. Let's keep our distance and let them live in peace."
Most of the chat expressed understanding. A few people were still spamming "Keep them! Keep them!" but Chen Siyao ignored them.
Yang Wanqing sat beside the balcony railing with a bowl in her hands, her legs dangling through the gaps.
"Yaoyao."
"Hmm?"
"When that male Little Cutie stood guard at the entrance... he was so tiny."
"Mm."
"So tiny." Yang Wanqing chewed her fruit. "What good would standing there do? If a Brain-Eating Beast really came, it'd swallow him in one bite."
"That's why he had to stand there. If anything happened, he'd be the first."
Yang Wanqing said nothing. She chewed another couple of mouthfuls of fruit and looked down at the blue grass beneath the loft.
The setting sun sank low in the west.
Orange-red light spread across the entire grassland. That distant tree... the one housing Little Cutie's new home... cast a long shadow in the sunset.
Out of the corner of her eye, Chen Siyao caught sight of the other end of the balcony.
Chen Hao sat in a wicker chair with a cup of tea in his hand. Orange-red light fell across his profile, and the wind blew a few strands of hair onto his forehead.
She quietly turned the Recording Crystal.
Its lens pointed straight at Chen Hao's profile.
The scene went straight into the livestream.
The chat erupted within three-tenths of a second.
"Aaaaaah..."
"Who could possibly resist High God Chen Hao's face?"
"With that sunset lighting, I'm dead."
"Yaoyao, keep filming! Don't stop!"
"Screenshot taken! Keeping it till the end of time!"
"I'm making that