God-Level Special Forces Soldier

Chapter 1066: Chapter 1062: A Sea of Maples

Only after a long time did Ozawa Miwa react and truly realize that henceforth, the person who would come to comfort her immediately when she was wronged would no longer be Grandma Mei Huizi.

When she encountered a headache-inducing problem, that familiar person would no longer patiently enlighten her with a kind smile... even that kind smile could only be preserved in memories, never to be seen again.

...

After a long time, two red flames suddenly rose in Ozawa Miwa’s eyes, and her fists clenched tightly as she asked in a deep voice, ”Who... killed Grandma Mei Huizi?”

This sudden change startled the middle-aged man, who nervously held Ozawa Miwa’s shoulders and replied, ”The person who killed Grandma Mei Huizi was also killed in the process, so there’s no need to think about revenge anymore.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man solemnly added, ”You need to pull yourself together and live happily every day... Only then can Grandma Mei Huizi rest in peace... I believe you don’t want Grandma Mei Huizi to worry about you in another world, right?”

These words indeed moved Ozawa Miwa, and the flames in her eyes gradually dissipated and began to calm down.

Yet before the middle-aged man could breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed an unusual look in Ozawa Miwa’s eyes, as if the flames just burned her entire essence and spirit, leaving her eyes vacant and soulless.

After a while, Ozawa Miwa softly spoke, ”Father was right, I really should grow up. Grandma Mei Huizi is tired, let her rest well!”

As she spoke, the brilliance in her eyes gradually recovered, and tears fell drop by drop from her eyes, passing over her fair face, landing on the cold ground.

At this moment, the middle-aged man clearly felt that his daughter seemed to suddenly mature a lot, at least she was far more composed in facing such a blow than he had anticipated.

Witnessing this scene, the middle-aged man surprisingly did not step forward to console her, understanding from experience that people only truly grow in adversity, never truly maturing without experiencing profound pain.

Therefore, no matter how much it pained him, he could only stand silently, witnessing his daughter’s transformation and growth.

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When Ozawa Miwa emerged from the room, though she appeared calm, there was a subtle melancholy hidden beneath this tranquility, neither sadness nor joy.

If not for the residual tears at the corners of her eyes and the slight redness, no one would realize she had been crying.

Seeing Ozawa Miwa like this, several Zhong Family experts exchanged glances, each seeing a ray of worry in the other’s eyes, unable to resist the suspicion, ”Could it be... something has happened again?”

Xiao Tian was also taken aback, eager to inquire about what had transpired, yet his sense and Ozawa Miwa’s demeanor clearly indicated that doing so was not the correct approach, thus he stood still, making no move.

Directly approaching Xiao Tian, Ozawa Miwa did not as he expected, throw herself into his arms and cry aloud, instead, she calmly asked, ”Brother Tian, can you accompany me for a walk?”

However, this calmness caused Xiao Tian to feel something unusual, even a sudden heaviness in his heart, realizing that Ozawa Miwa likely endured some severe shock otherwise she wouldn’t make such an ”immature” request at this moment.

Nodding silently, he followed softly behind Ozawa Miwa, possessing a vague thought that the little princess in front of him was like a blade of grass hit by a torrential rain, swaying but not broken, possessing a newfound resilience!

This notion, whether deemed unrealistic or absurd, was felt genuinely by Xiao Tian!

As Xiao Tian began to walk away, the Zhong Family experts quickly snapped back to reality, intending to chase after him.

Yet unexpectedly, Adison Claire extended an arm, stopping them, softly saying, ”We... better not follow.”

The Zhong Family members exchanged another glance, left with a single thought, as if everyone’s minds had suddenly malfunctioned, leaving them seemingly as the only reasonable ones remaining.

However, Xiao Tian’s regard for Adison Claire was evident to all, and given Xiao Tian departed without signaling them to follow, advancing recklessly might invite unforeseen calamity; they could only take deep breaths, calm their minds, and abandon the plan to follow.

Only Adison Claire looked toward Xiao Tian’s departing direction for a long time without retracting her gaze; no one could guess her thoughts at that moment...

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On the other side, after passing several unknown corners following Ozawa Miwa, Xiao Tian suddenly found himself amidst a world of high-rise, glittering buildings.

Looking somewhat puzzled at his surroundings, the abrupt change felt temporarily illusory, as if the previous idyllic scenery was merely a pleasant dream, and upon waking, one returned to reality.

Leaving the earlier sea of trees, Xiao Tian only then realized that what he thought was the wilderness was actually part of the entire building, well isolated, preventing any sense of the bustling outside unless one broke away.

Yet, gazing around again, Xiao Tian couldn’t help but feel intrigue, wondering why a third of the area was reserved to create such an idyllic enclave within this space.

Could it be too much idle royal funds forcing internal lavish spending?

Still, this didn’t make sense, for the crowded construction in the remaining two-thirds indicated a seemingly foolish decision only someone brainless would approve!

Just as Xiao Tian felt amazed and puzzled about this, the little princess slowly opened her mouth, ”When I was young, I lived in the previous small courtyard with mom, who often said she loved Qiu Tian, cool and comfortable, with fiery red maple leaves swirling in the wind, so cold yet seemingly warm!”

Xiao Tian nodded silently, finally understanding why the surroundings of that idyllic place were so uniform.

”Later, mom told me one day she would leave, possibly not returning for a long, long time... I didn’t understand what ’long’ meant then, asking her, mom said to plant a maple tree at the door and wait for it to grow, plant ten she would return.”

”It was only after planting ten did I realize mom would never return, and that she said so, perhaps to let me slowly accept her departure.”

”I cried and pleaded with Father to plant nine hundred ninety-nine maple trees, for mom always said she wanted to see a sea of maple trees...”