Past... and a Date?

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The scene of four beautiful women entwined in swimming captivated the attention of all the men present, to the extent that even Lingdian couldn't quite control his gaze. Only the little boy, with a shy demeanor, lowered his head, and after a while, he gently tugged at Lingdian's arm.

Lingdian quickly bent down, and the handsome little boy whispered something into his ear. Lingdian showed a hesitant expression, and the boy immediately shook his head in fear. After a moment, Lingdian suddenly laughed. He led the little boy to a distant tree and then emerged with a young boy... a handsome little boy dressed in a girl's swimsuit. Ignoring the astonished looks from Zhang Jie and Ye Wudao, he walked with the handsome little boy to the seaside and handed him over to Zhan Lan, who came to meet them.

"He... identifies as female now... but is also my brother."

"I was born into a Chinese-American crime family in the United States. When I was fifteen, my family suffered a great tragedy. My father was killed, the gang was taken over, and my mother submitted to the gang leader, another Chinese-American..."

"I cannot forgive her! She betrayed me! She betrayed my father! She betrayed our family! So I sought revenge! I hid my identity for ten years, honing my skills, constantly on the brink of life and death, and then... I went back."

"Ironically, the woman had died eight years prior, leaving behind a boy for that man. Even more ironically, to commemorate the woman... he raised the boy as if he were a girl, growing his hair long and dressing him in long skirts, truly resembling a stunning little girl. The most ironic part is... I fell deeply in love with him at first sight."

"In genetics, it's called genetic sexual attraction, where two genetically related individuals who have never met are instantly attracted to each other upon meeting. There have been many cases in the world, but I never expected it to happen to me... I cannot forgive them, nor can I forgive myself... So I decided to kill them all and then commit suicide!"

"...The killing went smoothly. Gangs are not assassins; they are thugs who can bully ordinary people, but as long as I have distance and a sniper rifle, I am not afraid of anyone... But after killing my brother and him, I found a diary among the woman's belongings, revealing the entangled past of my father, mother, and him whom I killed. My brother is my father's child; she was already pregnant and died shortly after giving birth... Everything is irreversible, everything is over..."

"As I pressed the self-destruct button on my laptop, just after clicking 'YES,' I was transported here, and here I am until now..."

Ye Wudao and Zhang Jie both sighed, unsure of what to say to Lingdian. Although the situation of coming here was somewhat bizarre, he was indeed utterly hopeless about reality, and Lingdian's feelings for this "brother" in a female body...

"I will strive to live... for her, I hope to protect her, watch her grow up, and then... let nature take its course. Perhaps she is not the brother I remember, but she is my support for living now, that's all," Lingdian said indifferently.

Ye Wudao gently patted Lingdian's shoulder and said, "Having a reason to live is enough. The most frightening thing for a person is not being able to find a reason to live... Like me before coming to the 'Main God' space, I couldn't find a reason to live. If I hadn't found 'her' again, maybe I would have died in the first Alien?"

Zhang Jie also comforted a few words, and Ye Wudao casually asked, "By the way, Zhang Jie, you are a veteran, right? I've never heard you talk about how you came to the 'Main God' space?"

Zhang Jie was taken aback, and he laughed, "It's just those trivial matters. I was discharged, joined a company, had a bad relationship with my boss, got laid off, hung out in internet cafes, and then came here... Haha, those trivial matters are better left unsaid, they just make one angry, and I don't have a glorious past like Lingdian. I was just a decadent shut-in, too embarrassed to mention it."

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