"What time is it, Uncle?"
Bailuo no longer cared about the Electronic Frontier; Uncle's inexplicably bizarre state made him extremely anxious, "It's just a miracle, we don't lack one."
Seeking the Electronic Frontier was originally just the icing on the cake, but now Uncle's attitude was like trading a life for a miracle.
Bailuo had his own value system, he knew how to pick and choose.
"I'm fine, rest assured."
Uncle patted Bailuo's hand and smiled, "Don't you trust me?"
Trust, Bailuo had always trusted Uncle, not just because of their relationship, but also because of Uncle's consistent wisdom.
That sentence 'I have prepared it for you long ago,' had established Uncle's position in Bailuo's heart.
He had never been wrong, never letting Bailuo down.
Not even once, and this time was no exception.
"Alright."
