In the lighthouse by the sea, Shen Yujie held that bird-of-paradise, tears welling up in her eyes. Yes, besides Long Lingli, who else would give her a bird-of-paradise? He wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead, this was truly wonderful!
Did he leave this bird-of-paradise deliberately? Or was it left unintentionally? Shen Yujie quickly snapped out of her sorrow, starting to rummage through the desktop, hoping to find more clues. In fact, apart from this bird-of-paradise flower, everything else on the desktop was exceedingly old and covered in thick dust. Shen Yujie hadn't recovered, but she carefully searched all over... Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her finger. Upon closer inspection, she found that an arm of an old robot had rusted and broken, and she had been careless while holding it, causing a rusty iron edge to pierce her finger.
As she pulled it out, blood started to flow down from her fingertip...
"You're hurt, let me help!"
