"It's nothing, let's head back first. I don't want to stay in this damn place for another day!"
Vaguely sensing the threat of the "palladium element" toxicity, Tony Stark forced a wry smile, steering the topic away.
A few hours later, a luxurious private plane took off from the military base, heading straight across the ocean.
In the plane's dining area, Tony Stark was gobbling down dishes meticulously prepared by the chef, finally regaining strength in his nearly exhausted body.
"Whew~"
After eating and drinking to his fill, Tony let out a long sigh of relief, finally having the time to look at the lazy black-clothed youth sitting on the sofa not far away.
The sunlight streaming through the window cast a hazy golden glow over the youth, whose dark eyes stared out the window, distant and profound, lost in thoughts unknown.
Just watching him, Tony felt as if he was admiring a beautiful, dreamlike painting, inexplicably filled with a desire to get to know him.
