When the sky began to lighten, Ju, who hadn't slept all night, finally drifted off.
Gerard stood by, gazing at the young girl on the iron bed who still looked so childish, sinking into a prolonged silence.
"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" Bai Wei's voice slowly echoed in Gerard's mind, "Such a small body harbors such grand dreams."
His words were laced with mockery.
"It's not funny," Gerard said.
"Is it not? Then let's talk about something even less funny," Bai Wei asked, "What do you plan to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Of course, I'm talking about this child," Bai Wei spoke lightly, "Although she's still very young and extremely malnourished—to the extent that one second she's talking about destroying Lyra, and the next, she's passed out from physical exhaustion, just like a little brat spouting harsh words without thought... But you should know, she's not joking, and..."
Bai Wei paused, then, while observing everything in the warehouse, he continued.
