The way Yi Ling answered her wasn’t a halfhearted appeasement. Instead, it was said with sincerity and prudence. His resonant voice sounded deeper than usual, a rare kind of tenderness. It was as if he wasn’t referring to a bird when he said “it’s the cutest”, but someone he treasured.

Emi moved fast.

After sensing the woman’s wishes from her memory orb, Wu Yaya flapped her wings in annoyance.

Early the next day, Yi Ling was already sitting in his office, waiting.

All of Yi Ling’s attention was on the drawing that depicted the incident from his childhood. By the time “Little Marble” registered as a keyword to him, Wu Yaya was nowhere to be seen in his office.

The first thing Wu Yaya did after entering the office was admire Yi Ling’s eyes with a tilted head.