I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling sat silently in the spacious but cold conference room, with an unignorable sense of urgency in the air.

"In order to ensure that the project proceeds smoothly without any obstruction, we chose to carry it out under the name of GA."

"Since the project started, it has cost as much as $270 billion."

He paused, looked up and glanced at the head of the family, as if waiting for his reaction.

But there was no expression on Jiang Ling's face. Her hands tapped lightly on the table with a rhythm so steady that it was frightening.

"The high-profile promotion of the project and the large amount of capital invested in a short period of time have already attracted some attention from the outside world."

He continued, his voice trembling slightly.

"Our work is particularly compelling when it comes to... areas that haven't really been explored before: paleontology."

"It carries secrets that have existed for millions of years, and perhaps it is not something humans should ever explore."

"Even if the analysis is successful, given the current state of technology, the results may be beyond our control... or even bring about unpredictable disasters."

"Moreover."

The reporter lowered his voice, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the head of the family.

"For the sake of the young lady's safety, I have taken the initiative and decided to stop the project."

Jiang Ling's fingers stopped on the table.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as frost on a winter night.

She didn't rush to speak, but just put one hand on her chin and fell into a brief contemplation.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice clear and firm, "Then stop it."

His tone was calm, like a verdict, and his cold aura made everyone present hold their breath.

"Collect the experimental supplies and comparative data immediately."

He stood up slowly, his posture dignified but with an irresistible pressure.

"Send everything to Biro City in the Bear Country, and after a unified verification, completely destroy it. Leave no trace. Any clues that could be used by the outside world must be completely erased."

As her voice fell, the whole room seemed to fall into a deeper silence.

"Go ahead and do it."

"Okay, everyone, let's go out."

Jiang Ling waved her hand, a hint of fatigue in her tone that could not be concealed.

The spacious room gradually became quiet. As the door was gently closed, the footsteps outside gradually faded away.

He took a deep breath and slumped weakly in the large chair like a deflated ball.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and stared at the slightly deformed pen on the table. His hands were unconsciously crossed together, as if he was restraining himself, or seeking a sense of security.

"why?"

I asked myself this question over and over in my heart, the complex emotions in my eyes surged like the tide, making it difficult to calm down.

She asked this question countless times, but she could never find the answer - why was the little guy's identity like this?

Why is there always an invisible force preventing her from reaching the truth?

Every time she thought she had grasped a clue, she discovered that the end of the line led to an even more bizarre and indescribable abyss.

Yun Yiruo, who are you?

The image of the little guy's childish and evasive eyes emerged in Jiang Ling's mind.

Although he refused to say anything, he secretly deployed countless people to investigate.

The result? The more I investigated, the more frightened I became.

"Cretaceous creatures..." she murmured, her voice barely audible, like a feather floating in the air, yet carrying a suffocating weight.

This fact was like a thunderclap that split her originally firm cognition and turned the world she knew upside down.

She asked herself more than once, is this possible? No, it's impossible!

But the evidence before us is extremely conclusive, and all the investigation results point to an incredible conclusion.

The little guy is not a human being, but a being that has survived from that ancient time to the present.

Jiang Ling felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She couldn't investigate any further. The truth was too heavy, like a huge rock pressing on her heart, almost making it difficult for her to breathe.

She was afraid that one day this mysterious little guy would completely disappear from her life without leaving a trace.

And she couldn't even truly figure out her origins.

"Why is this happening? Why?"

Jiang Ling suddenly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the sky outside the window. The clouds on the horizon were as thick as lead ink, and the wind blew past, bringing a biting chill.

Her fingers gently stroked the armrest of the chair, and the cold and hard touch made her feel a little dazed for a moment.

Is the world really going to change?

She thought she had everything under control, and even those undercurrents could not shake her in the slightest.

But now, she had to admit that the situation was developing in a direction she could not have predicted.

The hand that was holding the situation seemed to be losing strength bit by bit.

She bent the pen on the table repeatedly until it finally made a slight crisp sound, which brought her back to her senses.

Jiang Ling threw the deformed pen aside, took a deep breath, took out his cell phone from his pocket, slid his finger across the screen, and dialed a familiar number.

"The Bear Country's destruction plan for this year has begun early."

Her voice had regained its composure, but it was mixed with an imperceptible sense of oppression.

"I've purchased a batch of equipment destruction solution. I'll be there to personally verify it when the time comes."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then responded respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Jiang Ling hung up the phone, put the phone back in her pocket, and her eyes became deep and cold.

The wind outside the window suddenly grew stronger, and the shadows of the trees swayed on the glass, as if countless distorted faces were roaring silently.

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, but her thoughts came flooding in like a tide.

She didn't know where this game would end up, nor did she know how long she could hold on.

I have also fantasized countless times about how wonderful it would be if I could take the little one to a remote island, isolated from the world, and live a life that belongs only to the two of them.

But every time this thought just arose, it burst like a bubble.

It is clear that the little guy's heart is like the deep sea, with too many problems, complex and unfathomable.

Her past was like a foggy map, and she hadn't even found the starting point.

What's even more terrifying is that she has unknown abilities, those mysterious and uncontrollable forces, like undercurrents buried under the sand.

If I imprison her on that isolated island out of selfish motives, can I be sure that I won't be the first to destroy her?

Scared, really scared.

I was afraid that my greedy self would make the little one lose her last bit of freedom.

She was afraid that her selfish self would turn her into an empty shell who couldn't even speak and had no expression.

Her eyes would change from clear lake water to a dead gray, and finally no light could be seen.

By then, the island will no longer be our paradise, but her cage, or even an abyss.

Sometimes, late at night, I would quietly take some of her personal belongings - the hairpins she often wore, or the paper on which she occasionally scribbled, and sit alone in a corner where no one would disturb me.

At that moment, my heart was filled with complex emotions, including pity, powerlessness, and an uncontrollable guilt and pain.

Holding those small objects tightly in the palm of my hand, my fingertips even turned white from pinching them, as if only in this way could I vent a little bit of my disgust for myself.

But even so, that emotion still came like a tide, drowning my reason.

I know clearly that my feelings for the little guy have long gone off the normal track.

The desire to protect has turned into a terrible possessiveness, and that possessiveness is like a poisonous snake, entwined and struggling all the time.

There was even a moment when I really felt that perhaps trapping her completely on that isolated island was the only way to make myself feel at ease.

Or get rid of all the people around the little guy, so that the little guy will only have himself in his world.