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The complex story was indeed not meant for this little dog to be involved in.
"Wayne Lane?"
The girl's soft voice, tinged with a slightly cool smile, came from the room.
The man stood at the door, watching the girl's slender figure projected onto the suspended screen, his dark eyes flickering slightly, "Mhm, it's me."
He had also just woken up, his face still pale.
The deep blue combat suit made him look like the icy peaks of snow-capped mountains, his demeanor exuding coldness and sharpness.
The "War God" of the imperial royal family never allowed himself to relax for even a moment.
But he was also human, and there were exceptions.
Hannah opened her eyes and found the exact position of the camera on the spotless white ceiling, smiled, and said, "Wayne Lane, I want revenge."
Wayne Lane fell silent.
Her vengeance was against the imperial royal family, and he was the "War God" of the imperial royal family.
They were destined to be enemies.
"Are you going to leave?"