the next day.

Linghu Lan woke up very early.

She tiptoed out of Mo Tang's arms, tidied up and washed, grabbed her things, glanced at Mo Tang's furrowed brows, gently opened the door, and quietly left.

The moment Linghu Lan left, Mo Tang opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

He stood by the window, silently watching downstairs. After a moment, he saw Linghu Lan come out of the building, get into a military SUV, and the car slowly drove her out of the yard. Even after she was out of sight, he still did not look away.

Qi Yue entered and was caught off guard by this scene, letting out a long sigh. "If he clearly wanted to see her off, why didn't he go and see her off? It must be so painful for him to stand here alone and watch."

Mo Tang didn't turn around, but her eyes dimmed.

He and Linghu Lan had parted ways too many times, and this time he didn't want to say goodbye again no matter what.

Most importantly, he didn't want to keep Linghu Lan; he wanted to go with her.

Qi Yue gave a wry smile. "Boss, you've changed. You never used to get hung up on these little things. Even last time we did an experiment that required time travel, you went for it without hesitation. But now you seem so different..."

What he didn't say was that the current boss and Linghu Lan were practically conjoined twins, inseparable, and it seemed that they saw no one else but each other.

"If you had experienced what I had, you would know how sad parting is. If you had, you probably wouldn't even want to say goodbye." Mo Tang turned around, quickly changed her clothes, and headed to the gym.

Qi Yue followed him, "Boss, what are you planning to do?"

"fitness!"

Qi Yue had a bad feeling. "Boss, you're not trying to push yourself to the point of exhaustion, are you? The doctor said you can't train too much, you have to take it step by step."

"hehe!"

Qi Yue: "...Boss, it's true. You're not just a person anymore. Do you know how much you're worth now?"

"hehe!"

"..."

Qi Yue ultimately couldn't withstand Mo Tang's efforts. He watched Mo Tang exercise tirelessly from morning till night, eating large meals every day, all to make herself healthy, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Without experiencing what the other person has gone through, you can never speak from their perspective. Even if he really wants to understand her, there is a gap between them. He doesn't have superpowers, so he can never understand why Mo Tang works so hard.

...

Linghu Lan stood at the entrance of her apartment building.

Looking at my new home, it felt completely unfamiliar at first.

This is a very nice neighborhood. The green environment is excellent as you walk in, with tall trees on both sides, all of which are decades old and dug up from who-knows-where.

Her home is on the 18th floor.

She had heard her mother say that because the complex was built on a cemetery, not many people wanted the 18th-floor apartment because everyone believed that the 18th floor meant the 18th level of hell, so no one dared to buy it. Since the price was cheap, she bought it.

Looking back now, the 18th-floor apartment is actually quite nice. At least the lighting is good, there are no obstructions around, and the view from the balcony is also quite nice.

She had been among the living and among the dead, and she had no qualms about it.

Someone came out of the building entrance, and Linghu Lan quickly opened the door and went in herself, taking the elevator straight to the eighteenth floor.