The topic about the Deep Communication Group is almost over, and Ren Zhong no longer presses further, instead asking her how long it might be before she is released.
Hua Yuelan shrugged, "Although there's no clear statement, it's impossible for me to get out."
"What do you mean?"
"The people from the Deep Communication Group hinted to me that when I hand over the secret key, they will help restore my freedom. But in this kind of matter, once a crack appears, how could it possibly be repaired? I am sure that when I hand over the secret key, it will be time for me to die. So, I don't plan to leave. After all, I won't live to see the Great Migration day anyway, so being like this now is just fine."
Hua Yuelan spoke very casually, as if hiding her disappointment deep in her heart.
Ren Zhong suddenly asked, "Being able to design such an operational system proves your talent. It's a shame to be pinned down for life as a mere game maintenance worker."
