In their hearts, their master's happiness is their greatest wish.

Being able to participate in this extraordinary preparation is what they are most proud of, as if they have found their value and belonging in this happiness.

Inside the space laboratory, the lights were so bright it was like daytime. The white walls and various sophisticated instruments complemented each other, exuding a cold yet mysterious atmosphere.

On the lab bench, various glass instruments are neatly arranged, like soldiers awaiting inspection.

It contained liquids of various colors, some emitting a faint glow like twinkling stars in the night sky, and others emitting wisps of smoke, like clouds swirling in the mountains.

Ling Wei frowned, her expression focused, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, as she stared intently at the microscope.

The tweezers in her hands precisely picked up the sample and carefully placed it on the glass slide. Every movement was precise and flawless, like a meticulously choreographed dance.

Xuanmei was recording data methodically on the side. She was wearing a dark blue robe with delicate silver patterns embroidered on the hem, which shimmered under the light.

The brush in his hand danced rapidly across the paper, writing densely packed characters, as if he were writing a chapter about hope.

Mo Chen skillfully operated the complex instruments, his fingers dancing nimbly among the various buttons and knobs, as if playing a scientific symphony.

His eyes revealed professionalism and confidence, as if he held the secrets of the entire world in his grasp.

Xu Qian stood aside, carefully observing each step and occasionally asking questions.

His eyes were full of thirst for knowledge and curiosity about experiments, as if he were exploring a mysterious treasure.

In the training ground of the space, Ling Xue was fully focused on her daily routine training.

Her gaze was intense, like a sharp sword, fixed on the imaginary enemy ahead.

Immediately afterwards, she threw punches, each punch accompanied by a whistling sound, the wind from her punches as fierce as a tiger roaring in the mountains, showing a perfect fusion of power and speed.

Then, with agile movements, she made a neat turn, and her kick was swift and powerful, as if she wanted to pour all the power she had accumulated into this move without reservation.

Sweat poured uncontrollably from her forehead, large beads rolling down her cheeks like broken pearls, soaking her clothes at the chest.

However, she was completely unaware of this and remained fully immersed in the high-intensity training.

All I want is to become stronger and have more ability to protect the people I cherish.

After finishing her training, Ling Xue was slightly out of breath, her chest heaving violently like a galloping horse.

She grabbed the towel draped over her shoulder, wiped the sweat from her face, and hurried toward the room where Dark Moon was.

Upon entering the room, a familiar yet faint medicinal fragrance wafted into my nostrils, lingering around me as if telling a story of endless care and protection.

The room was simply yet warmly furnished, with a carved nanmu wood bed placed steadily in the center.

Dark Moon lay there quietly, her face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a withered flower covered in ice and snow in winter.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her eyelids, like the folded wings of a butterfly, as if she had fallen into a long and unawakened slumber.

On the bedside table, several bowls of cooled medicinal soup were neatly arranged, along with some nourishing tonics carefully prepared for Dark Moon, seemingly waiting quietly for their master to wake up.

Ling Xue tiptoed to the bedside, her movements as gentle as if she were touching the most fragile treasure in the world, and slowly sat down.

She stretched out her slender yet powerful hands, honed by long-term training, and gently lifted Dark Moon's arms to begin massaging her limbs.

Her technique was skillful and gentle. From her fingertips to her wrists and arms, every movement was filled with deep care and concern, like a spring breeze caressing the earth, delicate and meticulous.

She lowered her head slightly, gazing intently at Dark Moon's arm, her eyes filled with heartache and expectation.

It was as if they wanted to use these hands to convey their strength and warmth to the sleeping dark moon.

As she massaged him, she murmured softly to the unconscious Dark Moon, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze flowing slowly through the quiet room.

As if to awaken a sleeping soul: "Dark Moon, you have no idea how many things have happened in the past few years."

You've been lying here, and I've stayed by your side, never daring to leave you for a moment.

I so wish you could suddenly wake up and talk to me about the changes in the world, and share the joys and sorrows of life.

Ling Xue's voice carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the days and nights of waiting.

But more than anything, it is steadfastness and perseverance, like an unyielding lighthouse.

The day-to-day wait did not diminish her hope; instead, it deepened her anticipation, like fine wine that becomes more fragrant and mellow with age.