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William officially began his life in the fairy warehouse.

Rather than a warehouse manager, he's more like a housekeeper.

This home is filled with the innocent and joyful laughter of children.

But there is also a lingering sense of poverty.

Supplies were extremely scarce, facilities were outdated, and many things were on the verge of being scrapped and barely usable.

In particular, the old oven in the kitchen has completely given up.

This directly resulted in all the children's expectations for afternoon tea snacks being dashed.

Looking at the girls' disappointed faces, William felt he had to do something.

He took the initiative to assume the responsibilities of the head of the family.

He used his meager salary and borrowed some necessary supplies and parts from the military logistics department, deciding to repair the oven himself.

In the kitchen.

William's movements were clumsy, clearly indicating that he was not proficient with these mechanical gadgets.

He held an instruction manual, which he'd somehow found in some corner, in one hand and a wrench in the other, his brow furrowed as he intently struggled with a pile of parts.

Before long, his face was covered in black grease, making him look somewhat comical.

The kitchen door was gently pushed open, and a slender figure walked in.

It's Chtholly.

When she saw William's disheveled appearance, she was stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"I'll help."

William looked up and saw it was her.

An unnatural expression appeared on his face as he subconsciously tried to wipe away the oil, but the more he wiped, the more smudged his face became.

"Ah, okay."

He responded somewhat awkwardly.

Chtholly wasn't the type of girl who would do housework, but she was very earnest in trying to help.

William asked her to hand him a screwdriver, and she handed him a wrench in return.

William asked her to help hold onto a metal plate, but she was too weak and they almost fell together.

Every awkward interaction made the atmosphere joyful.

However, amidst this warm yet awkward atmosphere, there was one discordant element.

Nephren appeared in the corner of the kitchen at some point.

She was like an outsider, watching a drama that had nothing to do with her.

After some effort, the last screw on the oven was finally tightened.

William breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the start button.

After a slight humming sound, the light inside the oven came on, and it began to preheat steadily.

It worked!

"Very good!"

Ctholly was even more excited than William and couldn't help but cheer softly.

During the brief, quiet moment while waiting for the oven to preheat, Chtholly seemed to completely relax.

She leaned against the wall, her hands behind her back, her head tilted slightly back, and unconsciously hummed a melodious and ethereal ballad.

The melody was pure and lingering.

William's hands stopped moving instantly.

He was completely captivated by the singing.

"This song."

William spoke, his voice very soft.

"What's your name?"

The singing stopped abruptly.

Chtholly snapped back to her senses, her body stiffening.

She then realized what she had just done, her face instantly turning red and her ears burning.

"I have no idea."

She answered haltingly, her voice barely audible.

"It just started singing on its own."

She didn't know why, but this song seemed to be engraved in her soul.

It always appears on its own, whether you're happy, sad, or looking at the sky.

"bite."

The oven's preheating complete beep broke the awful awkwardness perfectly.

Immediately afterwards, a flock of sparrows rushed in.

"Wow! The oven is fixed!"

"William is amazing!"

"Can we have biscuits today?"

The children cheered and surrounded William and Ctholly, chattering noisily.

The previous ambiguous atmosphere was instantly washed away.

William looked at Ctholly, who was surrounded by children, and Ctholly was looking at him.

The two looked past the noisy heads of the children, their eyes meeting in the air.

They looked at each other and smiled, but there was a hint of helplessness in their smiles.

The entire warehouse was filled with a warm atmosphere of happiness.

......

Inside the office of Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue was refreshing the comment section on Bilibili.

Seeing the screen full of comments like "So sweet!" and "Su Laozei has finally become a human being!", I couldn't help but smile.

Even she, who knew the inside story, was touched by the scene in the kitchen just now.

But her gaze unconsciously drifted to Su Bai's desk.

There, a freshly printed form lay quietly.

The table title is written in bold black text.

[Analysis of the order and causes of death of main characters in the three questions about the apocalypse.]

And right after Chtholly's entry, the name of a song was clearly marked.

Scarborough Fair.

Shen Qingyue felt a sudden dizziness and had to grab the table to steady herself.

"Look."

Su Bai admired her swaying posture and added slowly and deliberately.

"The seeds of tragedy can only blossom into the most beautiful flowers of evil when planted in the sweetest soil."

"This song is the first seed that I planted myself."