Chat rooms are also thriving today.

perhaps.

"……Why?"

Looking at Lin Nai beside him, Chen felt a dryness in his mouth and a tightness in his chest.

She wouldn't mind if it meant helping those infected to live normal lives.

Not to mention that after becoming empress, she might also be able to bring justice to the people.

The only cost was exhaustion, which she considered negligible.

"Why go to this extent? It's clearly..."

Chen knew that Lin Nai understood him, but this level of understanding was definitely not difficult for her.

But... he was still thinking of her and trying to reduce her burden in his own way.

He only needs to be stable for a while, and then he will deal with his troubles.

It has been from the very beginning.

Whenever they had any troubles, Linnai was always there to help them immediately.

Just like back in Longmen, when Lin Nai hugged her and told Wei Yanwu that he wanted to take her away.

Every time Chen thought of that moment, he felt his heart pounding.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Nai chuckled. "We're companions, after all. If we don't consider each other's feelings, that's really not right."

"..."

But this point clearly failed to convince Chen.

She just stared at the man in front of her without saying a word, but her eyes held a certain meaning.

Lin Nai paused, took two steps forward, and then spoke without turning his head:

"Life is perhaps a series of chance encounters."

"To meet someone, you need to be in the same place at the same time."

"Then... we quietly await the arrangements of fate."

These were the words Linna heard from Alicia when she woke up after being knocked unconscious by the explosion.

"Our meeting...maybe it was fate."

"Ah."

Chen nodded.

Their meeting was destined, she always believed that.

Because the chat room selected the five of them.

"From the very beginning, I was simply trying to save lives within my reach."

"Then I discovered that I might have the power to change everything... I wanted to bear your fate, just like when I interrupted Artoria from drawing her sword."

Lin Nai looked down at her hands.

This idea...

When exactly did it appear?

It's probably something he himself doesn't know.

"Our...fate..."

Chen Weiwei's eyes widened.

"Hmm... Kiana who doesn't have to suffer too much, Artoria who doesn't have to worry about the country, March who can always be carefree, and you who can be a knight-errant."

“I want to achieve these things.”

Lin Nai slowly turned around to face Chen, her face still bearing her usual gentle smile.

The moonlight gently fell upon his shoulders, as if coated with a thin layer of silver frost. A gentle breeze continued to blow, brushing against his hair and ruffling the hair on his forehead.

Seeing this, Chen reached out and covered his chest.

"So, whether it's arrogance or whatever... Chen, can you entrust your fate to me? I want to bear it and do my best to win the future you expect."

"...Too cunning."

"Ok?"

"I say, you're incredibly cunning!"

Chen stepped forward and delivered a nonchalant punch to Lin Nai, then leaned in.

"Well!"

"Bearing the burden of fate... isn't that just telling me to surrender my life?"

Chen expressed his 'dissatisfaction' in a muffled voice.

this……

Is that right?

Lin Nai blinked.

He just wanted to change their future, to change all the sadness.

How did I end up carrying the burden of life?

Is it that heavy?

Chen took a deep breath, raised his head, and met the gaze of the person in front of him.

"Fine, if you want to carry it, here you go... but if you give up halfway, just you wait and see!"

"Hmm... Oh."

Why do I suddenly feel heavier?

wrong.

Lin Nai carefully recalled her words. Were those words not normal?

That's not surprising, is it?

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at the same time.

The chat room trio, who had been following Linnai ever since she came out, were now crouching in a corner.

"Wow... I never expected Lin Nai to think that way." March 7 was a little moved.

Although bearing the weight of fate sounds a bit heavy, Linna was genuinely thinking of them.

Do I hope she can always be carefree...?

"Fate..."

Artoria glanced at her hand.

"Damn it, I'd much rather hear Linna tell me these things herself!" Kiana puffed out her cheeks.

Unexpectedly, it was Chen who was face to face.

"Ah."

A hint of agreement flashed in Artoria's eyes.

She also wanted to stand opposite Linnaeus and listen to what he had to say...

"?"

March 7th looked at his two companions strangely.

Why does the atmosphere between you two seem a bit strange?

How……

what happened?

This feeling that only I can't do it?

On March 7th, I felt like I hadn't received a party invitation yet...

And none of them were intentional.

That's strange.

Chapter 118 Wen Yue: What do you mean you want to rebel?

Inside the office of the highest ruler of Lungmen, a dragon-headed man sat dejectedly in a chair, his pipe emitting acrid smoke.

And he wasn't the only one involved.

A woman with a dragon horn was pacing back and forth in front of the other person.

Wei Yanwu had lost count of how many times this scene had occurred in this office.

"Madam, please calm down..."

"Lychees? How am I supposed to eat lychees? I haven't heard from Xiao Chen for so many days, I don't know how he is, what if something happened to him? Also, put out that thing in your hand!"

Wen Yue glared at him, and Wei Yanwu reluctantly put his pipe in the corner.

But now, no matter what you say, it's useless.

Wen Yue could only take a deep breath and calm her somewhat agitated heart.

"So, when is Xiao Chen coming back?"

"She didn't say..."

"Then why aren't you asking?!"

Wei Yanwu shrank back.

I never expected that after getting beaten up, I'd be asked for money along with Lao Lin...

of course.

He didn't dare say those words.

whoosh-

"Ok?"

Wei Yanwu suddenly realized something and jumped up from his chair.

Seeing her husband's unusual reaction, Wen Yue immediately became wary.

next moment!

A sharp crack suddenly rang out, and the French windows shattered with a crash, sending countless shards of glass flying inwards!

Wei Yanwu's fingers kept bending and straightening, fixing them into a sharp shape. The powerful airflow cut through all the approaching glass, turning them into harmless fragments.

Several figures then appeared at the French windows.

"Hey! Wei Yanwu, the days of making wrong decisions at the drop of a hat have come. Give me the governorship!"

"..."

Wei Yanwu looked at the group of people in front of him who did not follow the usual path, and a question mark appeared on his head.

No.

So you're asking for my seat right away?

What does that mean?

No, how come after going to Ursus, he's coming back to plot a coup?

"Xiao Chen!"

Wen Yue spotted Chen standing in the crowd at a glance.

"Lady Wenyue...we're back."

"Ok?"