A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Feeling great, Greta took a shower afterward, her hair still slightly damp, and sat on the balcony in a white bathrobe to cool off and rest for a while. Meanwhile, Zhao Zheng was busy cleaning up the mess on the floor and making the bed in the master bedroom.

Oh my god, if the cleaning staff who come to clean the room later see those things, wouldn't that be terrible?

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, and I could dig out a termite-infested underground city with my toes on the spot!

Zhao Zheng worked hard to clean up his dirty clothes and wipe the floor.

Minister Greta took the opportunity to calm herself down.

I'm going to have dinner with my elders later, so I mustn't let anyone find out.

On a summer evening, the temperature was just right, and a cool breeze blew gently from the giant forest, carrying the moist scent of plants and the fragrance of unknown flowers in the distance, dispelling the last trace of the day's heat.

Minister Greta lay dozing in the recliner, feeling the gentle evening breeze caressing her cheeks and damp hair, carrying away the lingering heat and fatigue.

A lazy, satisfied soreness came from deep within my body. Coupled with the comfortable environment, I was on the verge of falling asleep. My eyes were about to close when I suddenly saw Krim passing by outside on the balcony.

Greta opened her eyes, which were about to close.

"Krim," he called out to Krim immediately.

Krim turned his head and saw that it was his uncle sitting outside.

Krim climbed over the glass railing of the balcony and saw his uncle wearing a bathrobe, his hair wet, his eyes slightly moist, looking listless and weak, as if his bones had been removed.

Krim paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the sky and at Greta's attire.

That's right, it's evening now, not morning.

What did he do to make his uncle, who was full of energy just an hour ago, become like this now? And what did he do to make his uncle take a shower at around 5 PM...?

"Oh dear!" Krim's face instantly turned bright red, and he covered his eyes with his hands. "Uncle, what are you doing? I'm still a virgin!"

"There were reproductive classes when you were in school. You got excellent grades in every subject, so don't pretend you've never seen this before." Minister Greta pretended to hit him.

Krim was eight meters away.

Minister Greta said, "Come back here. What's the argument you had with your father-in-law?"

This kid vaguely mentioned it at the living room door this afternoon, so now's a good time to get to the bottom of it.

Krim's smile faded, and his shoulders slumped. He kicked at a non-existent pebble, his eyes darting around, his tone becoming somewhat indistinct: "It's about those things, isn't it?"

Krim didn't want to say more, "My female father doesn't approve of me working in the Federation of Humans, and he insists on calling me back or something..."

He spoke vaguely, but Minister Greta immediately understood and asked, "You and the human you've chosen?"

Krim feigned nonchalance, twitching the corners of his mouth and trying to project an indifferent expression, but his voice was dry: "Ah... well... we broke up."

Minister Greta did not speak.

A subtle silence filled the air, a bitter taste of the young man's first heartbreak, yet his forced composure.

To break the silence, Krim feigned indifference and began rambling on, "Actually, what my female father said isn't wrong. I am the next head of the termite clan, and I will inherit and manage the entire clan's territory. My roots are here, and my responsibilities are here. I cannot settle down with another race..."

"His rank isn't high; within the Human Federation's system, he's just an ordinary soldier who can't get long-term overseas assignments. Besides, our Termite Planet and the Human Federation don't have much interaction, so even if he got an assignment, he couldn't come to Termite Planet. His family and his career are there; I can't ask him to give up everything and come live with me on Termite Planet..."

"...We're destined to have no future together. It's pointless to waste each other's time. Continuing this stalemate will only make my father angrier, and put him...in an even more difficult position, without any difference..."

He spoke clearly and logically, presenting a relationship as a calm and objective investigative report.

Within the vast framework of family responsibilities, racial differences, and real-world obstacles, those worries and pains are a negligible part.

He spoke casually, as if discussing the bad weather, but his hands gripped the balcony railing tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Minister Greta remained silent, watching the sudden maturity and clarity that appeared on Krim's young face.

He didn't judge whether his choice was right or wrong, nor did he offer empty words of comfort like "there will be a way." He simply listened quietly.

Krim was not wrong.

Minister Greta reached out and patted his head.

Krim suddenly stopped talking, his rambling stopped, and the balcony fell into a silence filled only with the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects in the distance.

All his feigned strength, all his rational analysis, all his efforts to convince himself with reason crumbled before this silent pat on the head.

Krim suddenly pursed his lips, lowered his head, and almost buried it in his chest.

He didn't cry out loud, but Greta could feel a slight vibration coming from under his palm.

The evening breeze continued to blow gently, carrying the fragrance of flowers from the distant forest.

Krim was both angry and sad.

Yes, he understands, but he still feels a bit resentful.

All the reasons have been thoroughly analyzed, all the realities have been laid bare before us, and the choice is the only solution at this moment.

But he still harbors some resentment.

His father-in-law is still a long way from stepping down as head of the family, so why can't he be more considerate of him and let him play outside for a couple more years?

Even two years would be fine...

Let him have more time to experience and feel, even if he knows there is no result, so that it can burn longer and more brilliantly... Let him naturally feel whether it will burn brighter or will naturally go out.

Like now, it's been coldly nipped in the bud by reality.

He may never be able to get over it.

And his brother, his brother knew perfectly well that he couldn't leave the termite planet, why couldn't he be brave for once, be a little impulsive, give up his job and come to the termite planet for him?

He knew that both of their choices were understandable, completely reasonable, and beyond reproach, but he still felt a little resentful.

This is what happens when you are not firmly chosen.

Krim squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the stinging heat welling up in his eyes.

When you're in a relationship, who doesn't crave special treatment, who doesn't yearn for a firm choice, who doesn't yearn to face the unyielding walls of reality...?

Is there even the slightest possibility, if not the slightest, of making an exception for him?