"Sorry to disappoint you," Jianyu said, ruffling A-Lian's hair affectionately, "but we're not a country. We're just a group of survivors getting by together."
The children looked a bit crestfallen at first, but their laughter soon returned when A-Lian cried out, "Then let's make a name for our group, gege! So we can feel like a real family!"
Jianyu smiled, letting them immerse themselves in their innocent imaginings.
Suddenly, a young man—A-Lian's older brother—approached them. His face was serious, a stark contrast to the children's playful chatter. "Gege," he called out in a calm but firm tone.
"Hm?" Jianyu turned to face him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"I think what they said earlier has some truth to it," the young man began, his voice steady but laced with respect. "We've been through so much together, and we've made it this far because of you and Zhenfeng. And now, with Qi Qi and Chengxin here too, it feels like you four are our saviors—people who have skills we lack."
