Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Su Ming boasted shamelessly, saying that taking the first seat was just bragging, but getting into the top three was still possible with some effort.

Sandone curled her lip. "That's enough. I've been working for so long and I'm only seventh seat. You're still far from that. Try for another fifty years."

"If you really don't want to work hard anymore, just tell me, and I'll help you get promoted."

Sandoni chuckled, revealing a sly smile.

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. Good heavens, was this an invitation for him to live off a woman? Why didn't he go live off Columbia then, inherit the third seat directly, and publish a light novel along the way?

"I, the Executive Officer, have given up and am now living off a young woman while slacking off to secure the third seat of the Executive Office!"

Forget it, he still prefers to rely on his own efforts; he can still secure a mere third place.

After he has touched all six Hearts of God, his position should at least be raised to the top five.

"Let's have a farewell dinner at the restaurant before we go," Su Ming said, extending his hand to Sandorne. "Ms. Sandorne, would you do me the honor of joining us?"

Sandone's cherry lips curved slightly, revealing a gentle smile. "Of course, I'd be more than happy to."

She gripped Su Ming's hand tightly, as if afraid of being abandoned again. Su Ming sensed her thoughts and gently returned the grip to her small hand.

Sandoni pursed her lips, a sweet feeling welling up inside her, as if even the light of dusk had become softer.

In the distance, in a corner, Linglan clenched her little fists tightly. Although they were sore, she had promised Brother Su Ming, so she would reluctantly help him out now.

These two aren't going to do *that* tonight, are they?

Linglan's pretty face flushed slightly. She had never experienced that kind of thing before and didn't know how it differed from riding the tide. Could it really be more comfortable?

She is very curious!

I wonder when it will be her turn to experience this joy.

Chapter 136 Will a Mechanical Heart Dream of True Love? (Part 2)

Winterhold, the Mechanical Workshop.

Tuanzi stood alone outside the workshop. It had no ability to sense temperature, and even the deadly cold could not take away its consciousness.

It began to reminisce, recalling that day not long ago.

"Tuanzi, come with me to Mondstadt, I'll be lonely going alone."

“I’m so used to having you around. What if I encounter danger? You’ll definitely be very worried about me.”

"Come on, come on, that guy Su Ming is going to touch my white stockings again, just give him a good punch then!"

Sandone smiled, and the little dumpling took in the smile. It knew very well what Sandone's expression meant.

She also understood why she didn't feel disgusted by Su Ming's various intimate gestures, but rather accepted them gladly.

"I…"

"I won't stay with you, Sandoni."

Tuanzi's voice only becomes cold and aloof in front of Sandone. If you listen carefully, you will find that this tone is very similar to Sandone's, only colder.

Sandonne was puzzled and murmured, "Why? We've never been apart."

"We have to go through this eventually, don't we?" Tuanzi said softly, not because it didn't want to say it, but because it couldn't say it yet.

Although Sandonne was somewhat confused, she still chose to agree with Tuanzi's idea, after all, it had never been wrong.

Tuanzi raised her head slightly; the moonlight tonight was even brighter than that night.

What Sandoni forgets, it will not forget.

It is memory.

It is a container of memories, an obsession that refuses to be relinquished, it is...

what is it then?

What are you doing lying down in the snow?

"Looking for radishes? How long has it been since you last ate?"

"Eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you. Look at you, your head is covered in snow, you look like a white dumpling."

"What did you say your name was? Sang-sha, that's too long to remember. From now on, I'll call you Tuanzi, isn't that cute?"

"Tuanzi... no, Sandone, forget me. This is the last thing I can do for you."

It still clearly remembers the warmth that hand brought at the end, but that warmth gradually lost its temperature and finally fell.

Why is it called Sándorne only at the very end?

It would rather stay a dumpling forever.

Sandon is a mechanical genius who can create skin indistinguishable from that of a real person, and even manufacture organs, senses, thoughts, feelings, and emotions, all in order to be called a true "human".

Become a "person" to embrace him once again.

But... it cannot create a heart.

A heart that yearns for love, a heart that beats with passion, a heart that longs to embrace him again.

It is merely a container of memories, unable to touch the former lover, only able to silently gaze upon them, yearning for a heart capable of loving.

Just like it was before, now it's its turn to protect.

As a dumpling, as the already dead Sandonne, all it could do was wait silently.

As Sandone said, they were always one.

It is memory, it is the body, and together they constitute the soul.

The dumpling could sense Sandone's thoughts; it simply continued to wait, waiting for that moment to arrive.

—Waiting for the reconstruction of the soul.

It was a thrill that machines could not create, a throbbing that originated from the soul.

The most perfect masterpiece could only have been created by Sandorne himself.

Now, only one final step remains.

...

...

"Isn't Lily of the Valley coming?"

Sandoni looked around in confusion, but found that he did not see the familiar little nun, which made him a little puzzled.

On the lawn outside the Goethe Hotel, there was only a single white round table with a single white candle lit on it. The surroundings were decorated in a very warm and romantic style, making it look like a marriage proposal to someone who didn't know better.

"Lily of the Valley has other things to do today, so don't worry about her."

Su Ming took Sandone's wrist and led her to the chair. "I'll treat you tonight."

Sandonne raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "That's quite rare, little Su, what are you up to?"

"They wouldn't be trying to steal my workshop, would they?"

The main problem is that Su Ming's behavior today is too abnormal. Logically speaking, they have been together for more than ten minutes, yet he has not started touching her white stockings.

This made Sandone begin to suspect that Su Ming might have been possessed by something, or that this guy had other plans and was probably brewing something even more perverse.

"What kind of talk is that?" Su Ming hadn't expected his impression of Sandone to have become so perverse. It seemed necessary to rewrite this wrong impression. "Then you'd better look forward to tonight, there's a surprise program."

"It's not going to be some kind of white stockings appreciation contest, is it..." Sandone squinted and complained. In her opinion, the surprise program that Su Ming mentioned would most likely only be surprising.

It would be best if Su Ming didn't personally prepare tonight's dinner; that would be a real shock!

Sandonne sat opposite Su Ming, her pretty face slightly flushed. Although she was usually quite oblivious, the ambiguous atmosphere still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't know why she felt this way; all she knew was that her face was burning and even her thoughts were starting to slow down.

The Su Ming in front of me was still the same freak as before, but for some reason he looked so captivating.

"boom."

Sandonne seemed to hear an echo, and for a moment he found it difficult to breathe.

"Bang, bang, bang."

At a time like this, what could be making such a loud noise that Su Ming couldn't hear?

Sandonne blinked in confusion. Could only she hear it?

Can't you hear me?

She couldn't help but ask Su Ming, "It's so noisy, doesn't anyone hear you?"

"Huh?" Su Ming was a little confused. The show hadn't even started yet, so where did the sound come from? Did Klee blow up the Knights of Favonius beforehand?

"No, if I had to say something, it would be your voice, which is quite nice."

Su Ming immediately followed up with a straight shot, making Sandone's cheeks even redder.

In Winterhold, Sandone gave everyone the impression of being as unapproachable as ice and snow. Unlike the emotional distance between Columbia and Sandone, Sandone exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. Furthermore, due to the mechanical workshop, he rarely showed his face in public.

Blushing? Absolutely not, that's not an expression the puppet could make.

Su Ming propped his head up with one hand and looked at Sandoni with a smile.

Sandone's pretty face was flushed with a faint blush, a few strands of her hair fell down beside her face, and she fidgeted with her hair, her cherry lips slightly pursed, a hint of shyness flashing in her watery blue eyes.

The puppet is incredibly cute when she blushes. It's not that Sandone isn't cute, but rather that hardly anyone gets to see this side of her.

Chapter 137 Will a Mechanical Heart Dream of True Love? (The End)

Good evening, Sister Sandone~

"Lily of the valley?"

Sandonne blinked, watching Lily of the Valley bring out the first dish and place it on the table, somewhat bewildered. Why was Lily of the Valley the waitress?

“I’m Su Ming’s waiter, so it’s normal for me to be a waiter, right, Master Hermit?” Linglan walked up to Su Ming with a smile and, out of Sandone’s sight, viciously stomped on his foot with her little leather shoe.

Su Ming's smile instantly froze, and he forced a dry laugh as he said, "Yes, yes, thank you so much, Miss Linglan."

"You are welcome!"