The complex story was indeed not meant for this little dog to be involved in.

"Wayne Lane?"

The girl’s soft voice, tinged with a slightly cool smile, came from the room.

The man stood at the door, watching the girl’s slender figure projected onto the suspended screen, his dark eyes flickering slightly, "Mhm, it’s me."

He had also just woken up, his face still pale.

The deep blue combat suit made him look like the icy peaks of snow-capped mountains, his demeanor exuding coldness and sharpness.

The "War God" of the imperial royal family never allowed himself to relax for even a moment.

But he was also human, and there were exceptions.

Hannah opened her eyes and found the exact position of the camera on the spotless white ceiling, smiled, and said, "Wayne Lane, I want revenge."

Wayne Lane fell silent.

Her vengeance was against the imperial royal family, and he was the "War God" of the imperial royal family.

They were destined to be enemies.

"Are you going to leave?"

"The defenses you’ve set up won’t hold me at all." Hannah stood up and walked to the door, facing the person outside as if they were already face to face, "I heard you were injured on the battlefield and had been unconscious for a long time."

In the entire star system, few could injure the War God Wayne Lane.

This must have been his first defeat and he was driven into a corner.

Wayne Lane’s expression remained unchanged, as if carved from ice, and his tone was flat, "Those people were very formidable."

Hannah raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Thank you."

The voice outside the door seemed to pause for a second before saying, "You shouldn’t stay with them."

Hannah leaned against the door, her face appearing on the screen.

Her pretty eyes and brows, curved like stars and moon in the sky when she smiled, "Are you saying I’m degrading myself too?"

Wayne Lane turned his face slightly, "You are a princess."

Hannah was not pleased and stood up straight, "What princess? Doesn’t your royal family have only one princess? She is your savior, so put her on a pedestal and don’t mention me again."

"Hannah."

"Don’t call me that." Hannah cut him off, "I don’t like it."

Wayne Lane watched the person on the screen who had already turned away, "I’m sorry."

"Don’t say sorry either."

There was silence between them once more.

Their accounts had long been settled, and the camaraderie of their youth had been almost completely squandered.

After a while, Wayne Lane wanted to say something more, but a voice came from outside the door.

It was a maid from Princess Emma’s side.

As a princess of the royal family, Emma’s status was second only to the king.

Wayne Lane knocked on the door lightly, "I’ll go first."

There was no response from the room.

The screen beside was also turned off.

Hannah had blacked out the defense system herself.

Wayne Lane stood at the door for a while longer until Emma sent someone to urge him again before he left.

In the room.

Hannah stepped on a stool and reached up to take down the wind chimes hanging from the window.

They were light blue with a few white shells hanging from the bottom, tied with a light blue string.

It seemed they had been there for some time; the string had wear marks, and so did the shells.

But the wind chimes were still very clean, as if they had just been hung up.

Gold Lotus jumped out, looking up at its master, "Master, what are you doing?"

Hannah shook the wind chimes in her hand lightly, "Stealing."

"Stealing is wrong."

"Stealing my own things."

Hannah hopped off the stool and casually pocketed the wind chimes.

Gold Lotus was confused, remembering what its master had just said.