Several days had passed.
At 5 a.m., in the Lingxiao Palace.
During these days, she had also been awaiting reports on the tracking of the space station, yet there were none.
She told herself to be patient, after all, she had been waiting in silence for decades, a few more days would not make much difference.
Helena Mina had called her again yesterday, Wei Tianyang's disappearance this time seemed complete, with no news for several days, but Zhao Ling wasn't worried because she had seen the black sheep in the glass-domed garden corridor of the Lingxiao Palace.
At that moment, it was in the corridor, staring at the cityscape in the distance, lost in thought.
Zhao Ling even went forward to stroke it, the black sheep's fur was eerily dark, but surprisingly soft to the touch, pleasant and its dumb gaze and the sheep face that was filled with stupid charm, seemed quite cute after a while.
