Chapter 31
Before I could answer, there was another figure in front of me.
Ryder looked at me condescendingly, “Don’t talk to anyone during training, add 50 push–ups.
Simon, foucs on him.”
“I’m coming. I’m coming.“Simon hurriedly came over and pulled Ethan away a little.
As I was doing push–ups, I heard another fifty. My face suddenly wrinkled.
When I held on, I simply lay on the ground and did not move.
Ryder, “…”
He looked Ethan walk away, and then at me lying on the ground. The green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly. He said, “Get up, this time it won’t increase.”
Hearing this, I raised a smiling ilttle face at him,“thank you, uncle.”
Ryder, “…”
Day after day passed by.
The research project was a huge success.
At the celebratory bonfire, I sat on a rock, watching the sky.
I was leaving tomorrow.
A low voice spoke from above.“Why aren’t you joining the party?”
I turned to see Ryder. “I want to look at the stars one last time.” He knew I was reluctant to leave.
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He touched my head. “I’ll bring you back sometime.”
“Mm.” We both knew that ‘sometime‘ might never
I felt a soft touch on my ear.
It was a flower.
Ryder’s eyes were tender.“Take a Gesang flower with you.”
I was surprised.“Thank you, Uncle.”
Before he could speak, a voice boomed.
“Colonel Landon, Claire, the bonfire party is about to start. You two are the only ones missing.”
“Coming!” I stood.“Uncle, let’s go.”
“Okay.” Ryder’s voice was soft.
He put a beautiful white music box away.
Ethan Fuller saw the Gesang flower behind my
He took off his scarf and put it around my neck.
Me:“What are you doing?”
Ethan Fuller glanced at Ryder, approaching.“A blessing. Don’t take it off.”
The bonfire blazed.
Everyone
laughing and chatting, some dancing.
I wore a red Tibetan robe; the Gesang flower behind my ear was striking.
The firelight illuminated my face.
I hoped my scientific career would be as bright.
As for love…
I looked at Ethan Fuller, who was pouring me
a drink.
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I smiled faintly.
Decades passed.
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hospital bed, awaiting death.
I lay peacefully in a hospital
Sounds faded; my breathing grew shallow.
Yet, my consciousness didn’t dissipate; instead, I entered a vast emptiness.
A mechanical voice echoed,
“Welcome back to the Time
Management Bureau.”
A warm energy enveloped me. Memories from centuries flooded my mind.
I opened my eyes.
I remembered.
I’d been traveling through parallel universes, saving myself from suffering.
Each successful rewriting of my fate restored a piece of my soul.
A transparent screen appeared–the
I touched the “Travel” button.
next
timeline.
The screen glowed softly, its information shifting.
