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Months passed, and the space had undergone a tremendous transformation once again, with various living facilities nearly all in place. Since it was no longer just Yu Suihuan who could freely access the space, everyone brought back a wide array of items from the outside world—food, entertainment, and everything in between. The entire environment of the space could be described as prosperous.
During these months, they had helped many people, and the name Wang Zhao Ran had been etched into the minds of numerous individuals. On this day, Yu Suihuan and Wang Heng went to pay their respects to Wang Zhaoran.
"Wang Zhao Ran, do you know? Thanks to everyone's efforts, many have received our help!" Yu Suihuan stood before Wang Zhaoran's grave, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. "Rest assured, we will continue to work hard. It would be great if you were here!"
Lowering his gaze, Yu Suihuan reached out and wiped the surface of the gravestone. Wang Heng looked at him with deep respect in his heart. He knew that their godmother was a kind-hearted person who valued emotions, just like their godfather.
"I bought this Malt Milk for you; I know you liked it too. Back then, you always let me drink it!" Yu Suihuan placed two cans of Malt Milk in front of Wang Zhaoran's gravestone. "We do this for Wang Zhao Ran not only to help more people escape their difficulties but also to accumulate blessings for you. I hope you can have a good rebirth and that a loving girl will always be by your side!"
Wang Heng's gaze swept over Wang Zhaoran's grave and noticed what seemed to be a wild weed growing there. He turned to Yu Suihuan and said, "Godmother, there's a weed there. I'll go help Godfather pull it out!"
"Okay."
Wang Heng walked over and was about to reach out when suddenly a voice rang out.
"Who’s the weed? Who are you calling a weed? Listen here, is that even human language? I'm a flower! A flower! You little brat!"
Both Wang Heng and Yu Suihuan were startled by the sudden voice, looking around but seeing no one. They exchanged puzzled glances—what an odd sound! Could it be an illusion?
"Godmother?"
"Heng Er, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, Godmother, did you hear it too?"
Both of them suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
"Hey, I'm right here!"
The voice rang out again, and this time Wang Heng clearly heard it; it seemed to be coming from that wild grass!
Wang Heng crouched down and examined it closely for a long while.
"Are you a talking grass or, no, no, a flower?" Wang Heng asked in surprise.
"I am your father!" The little grass proudly lifted its leaves, looking a bit cheeky.
"Hey, you little thing, how dare you take advantage of me? I'll pull you out right now!"
"Oh dear, oh dear! Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! Xiao Huan Kuai, save me! This ungrateful child wants to pull me out! This is truly against the natural order!"
"Godmother, why do I feel like this tone sounds a bit familiar?"
Yu Suihuan didn't answer; she felt it was familiar too.
The little grass shook violently, making a sound somewhat similar to a Minion.
"How do you know my name?"
Yu Suihuan wasn't scared; she was just curious and walked closer to the little grass.
"Huan Huan, I am Wang Zhao Ran!"
"You... you are Wang Zhao Ran?"
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