For seven consecutive days, Wen Zhaoye did not focus his attention on the base.

He severed all connections, plunging himself into deeper shadows.

He also tried to use this familiar and absolute darkness and cold to completely extinguish those glimmers of light that should not exist and must never exist.

He was still the only one in the tower, amidst a suffocating silence that he had personally pulled back to normal.

Seven days.

For Zixi, it was a time to gradually adapt to the base and enjoy seven rare days of peace.

Research on space rings has made great progress, and communication devices have also seen significant advancements.

Without that intensely cold gaze, Zi Xi relaxed instead, her complexion became even rosier, and she would occasionally hum a tuneless little tune.

In contrast, Wen Zhaoye's seven days were seven days of repeated torment in extreme repression and distorted emotions.

He imprisoned himself in the tower of absolute control, no longer looking at the monitoring screens. He tried to fill every inch of his mind with cold data, completely squeezing out that foolish figure who spoke of peace.

However, his brain betrayed him.

While reviewing a detailed plan to destroy the base, his pen hovered in mid-air, but his mind was elsewhere.

What would she do if she discovered that Zhou Ying had completely disappeared?

Will I feel as restless as he did?

"All she had was that useless rabbit."

Seven days have passed.

“Only when Zhou Ying was around could she come out of that place alive and get those rewards. She should understand that.”

Wen Zhaoye's expression was somber and resolute as his fingertips unconsciously tapped on the cold tabletop, producing a rhythmic tapping sound.

He even began to visualize how Zi Xi would anxiously look towards the door, and how she would ask every passing staff member if they had seen a very powerful man in black.

And how could one find it hard to fall asleep in the dead of night because of the lack of shelter, with those clear eyes filled with fear and anticipation?

Yes, I look forward to it.

We look forward to his reappearance.

This logic, in his obsessive mind, completed a self-conquest without any cooperation from anyone else.

The anger was gradually replaced by a more complex emotion, a strange and exciting expectation.

On the evening of the seventh day, this twisted expectation reached its peak.

He even straightened his collar before reconnecting the surveillance line to the quarantine area.

The screen lights up.

The image clearly captures Zi Xi's figure.

She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with several simple meals provided by the base spread out in front of her. She was actually having a silent but intense rock-paper-scissors game with Mona in the next room via a communicator.

She frowned slightly, seemingly pondering her punching strategy, then her eyes lit up, and she quickly made a hand gesture.

Seeing Mona stamping her foot in frustration across from her, she immediately laughed so hard her shoulders trembled, picked up a grape as a reward for herself and popped it into her mouth, her eyes crinkling and her complexion remarkably good.

There was no unease, no fear, no looking around, and not a trace of the expectation he had imagined.

She even seemed happier?

It was as if his disappearance was like getting rid of an unnecessary trouble for her!

The string in Wen Zhaoye's mind, which had been stretched to its limit, snapped.

All the self-strategies were completely ignited by that smile at that moment, transforming into a destructive energy that erupted with a roar.

"Great...very good!!"

Wen Zhaoye squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his molten gold pupils shrinking into dangerous vertical pupils, and terrifying energy surging uncontrollably from his body as if it were a tangible substance.