Tang Wen stood frozen at the doorway, memories surging back like a tide. In that instant, it seemed he finally understood something.

Grandpa... Ziye picked up the scattered books from the desk and slid them back onto the shelf, sighing sadly, "Do you know how he managed to bring these books down?" Tang Wen shook his head.

This was something he had never been able to figure out. Having witnessed Reinar's landing process, he felt it was a miracle anyone could survive, let alone bring down a room full of collected volumes.

"He put the books in the mech storage, tucked them into a spatial button, and then cut open his thigh to wedge the spatial button inside." Ziye pictured Tang Shan showing off proudly to others, constantly wondering just how cruel a person could be to themselves to cut open flesh, insert a spatial button, and then use cellular repair techniques to mend the epidermis. She only now understood.

A cornered dog will leap a wall; a rabbit in a tight spot will bite; how much more so a human facing utter desperation. "He landed in that grassland, nowhere to go forward or back.

He cut his thigh open again to dig out the mech. I heard the pervert say that if he hadn't chosen the right direction and found the Rose Garden, he probably wouldn't have made it through those few days." Tang Wen's heart seized violently.

The hand supporting him on the doorframe gripped the wood so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand stood out sharply. The Interstellar Federation—every bit of pain inflicted upon his grandfather, he would repay it twofold!

Ziye, oblivious to his icy expression, remembered the two mechs Tang Wen owned were currently in her possession. She beckoned, drawing the little sprout closer, and reached out to tear at its clothing.

The little sprout covered its belly with its wings, shyly saying, "Mama Ziye, **one is going to be responsible!" Ziye rolled her eyes, pulled back its wings, and fumbled inside the garment for a long time with two fingers, scattering the little sprout's beautiful fuzzy clothes until fluff flew everywhere. The little sprout burst into tears, "Mama Ziye, don't you love me anymore?" Ziye finally managed to pry out two spatial buttons and comforted it, "It's okay, it's okay.

When we get back, I'll have the pervert make you a little flower dress a hundred times prettier than this!" The little sprout gave her a pitiful glance, snorted, and flew out the door. Ziye shrugged, placed the two spatial buttons into his palm, "These are the last two mechs he left behind.

They belong to you; take them back." Seeing no reaction from him, just as Ziye was about to say something more, she noticed his fingertips trembling and quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Tang Wen slowly slid down the door, murmuring low, "Let me be quiet for a moment." Ziye suddenly felt that everything she had said might not have been good for him. Filled with guilt, she crouched in front of him and gently patted his shoulder, whispering, "Don't be like this." Tang Wen did not look up.

His back was ramrod straight and rigid, the word "Rejection" practically branded above his head. Ziye sighed soundlessly, stood up, and quietly left the study.

The little sprout was guarding the doorway. The moment it saw her emerge, it slammed itself against her head: "Ziye little bad egg!" Ziye caught it, "Stop making noise, be good, I'll buy you new clothes when we get back." Tang Wen listened to their voices fade away.

His tightly held shoulders slumped. He covered his face with his hands, tears silently tracing paths between his fingers...

Ziye walked to the main entrance, hesitating slightly, wanting to go back and check on him. But he didn't want her near.

Her heart felt a little conflicted. She asked the little sprout, "Should we go back and look at him?" The little sprout tilted its head and asked, "Why?" Ziye sighed, "He seems very unhappy." The little sprout was puzzled, "But he clearly told you to leave!" Ziye puffed out her cheeks and fell silent.

"Is my data malfunctioning?" The little sprout projected a screen, quickly calculating, then shook its head, "No error. He definitely told you to leave." Indeed, appealing to human emotion when dealing with a machine was useless!

Frustrated, Ziye pinched it, boarded the airship, and flew toward the pervert's home. Coincidentally, she opened the manifest the pervert had sent her, causing her eyes to twitch.

He actually told her to collect all the yellow roses from Garden Number Seven? Garden Number Seven was over three hundred acres!

Ziye had a new problem, temporarily setting Tang Wen aside. Upon reaching the rose garden, she summoned the robots for the harvest, and after harvesting, sent them to the cleaning room.

The pervert had a complete system: after leaving the cleaning room, they were naturally sent to the processing room, which had a conveyor belt. After coming off the line, they became ready-to-eat canned goods.

Ziye opened a can, scooped out a bit, and tasted it. The flavor was good, very fragrant, no additives.

Although slightly inferior to the rose jam An Junlie made by hand, it was hundreds of times better than the rose jams on the interstellar market, which were piled high with artificial scents and colors. Selling them would certainly be fine.

Ziye licked her fingers with great satisfaction, ordered the robots to package the cans into boxes, and placed them in the mech storage. She had been busy in the rose garden all day.

Wondering how the proud little child at home was doing, she manually clipped a few stalks of red roses, wrapped them into a bouquet, and headed home. She would give him the flowers—see if that made him happier.

When she got home, he wasn't there. Following the light, she entered the kitchen and was surprised to find Tang Wen directing the robots on how to cook.

He was still unfamiliar with the kitchen robots' functions, sometimes asking the robot for operating instructions, sometimes flipping through recipes—utterly clumsy. It was the first time Ziye had seen someone more domestically inept than herself; she couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

Tang Wen turned his head, saw her standing at the doorway holding roses, and smiled faintly. There was a poem about how one smile brings forth a hundred charms, making all the roses in the garden lose their color.

The evening light cast a warm glow around him. For a fleeting moment, Ziye unexpectedly felt a natural, inherent harmony between him and the kitchen, far more beautiful than the roses in her hands.

The next second, Tang Wen lowered his gaze, frowning slightly, his mood visibly soured, "I'm hungry." —Ziye instantly felt like she had hallucinated! She took two steps forward, thrust the roses into his arms, "Out, out, I'll do it." Tang Wen held the roses, looking thoughtfully at her back as she busied herself.

To be honest, he didn't know much about roses. But before coming over, Ziye had let him eat a few seven-colored roses; this bouquet must be for him to sustain himself temporarily, right?

Holding the roses in one hand, he plucked a petal with the other and put it in his mouth. The little sprout was swinging on the doorframe like a swing.

As it swung over to him, it happened to see his action and shouted, "That one isn't edible, Tang Big Idiot!" Tang Wen pinched the brightly colored, dewy red rose petal, confused, "Why?" Hearing the sound, Ziye turned around. Seeing the situation, she quickly snatched the roses from his hand, "Don't eat it, don't eat it, this one isn't edible; I brought it for you to look at." Tang Wen nodded, then shook his head, calmly evaluating, "The color is too deep, it looks too intense.

You should give lighter colors." Ziye: -_-# Someone just throw this guy out! -RS