“If I don’t use a blanket, I would do this many times a day.”
Ye Jiu had mixed feelings. She looked up and ruffled his hair again. "So what? We can't just sit here and wait to die."
Huaijin looked up at her but didn't say anything.
His expression told her that he had no choice but to wait for his death.
Ye Jiu couldn't stand seeing him like this, so she ruffled his head and messed up his hair. "Don't worry about it. Just do what I tell you to do. If I say I can make you feel better, then I will."
Huaijin slumped back in her wheelchair, puffing out her cheeks. "Sister, you messed up my hair."
"Why don't you figure it out yourself?" Ye Jiu changed the subject. "Did you see the model I sent you?"
“I see it, it’s very well done.” Huai Jin raised his hand, pulled out the computer screen, and zoomed in on the model so that both of them could see it clearly.
"Does this match your expectations?" Ye Jiu asked him, tilting her head, before scrolling through the screen to examine the model from all angles.
Huai Jin responded, "Yes, I like it very much. It's a perfect replica in appearance."
"So, are you planning to build this mech?"
He nodded. "Hmm... but not now."
Huai Jin's eyes fell on Ye Jiu's face, his gaze gentle. He hoped that he could make this mecha himself and then... give it to her.
He hoped he could finish building it before he died, so that the mecha would be proof of his existence, and his sister would remember him whenever she saw it...
If properly maintained, the mecha can last for thousands of years, encompassing Ye Jiu's entire life. He was so despicable, hoping to occupy a place in her heart even after death.
The living can never win against the dead.
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