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As Möbius's mother and Möbius talked, the conversation turned to research. Möbius's father would also join in the discussion and take the opportunity to ask Klein about his recent situation.

Mebius and her parents were all professors with doctorates in biology. However, after Mebius came to Canghai City, her parents came with her, but not on this artificial island. Instead, they taught biology at St. Freya Academy in Canghai City and took charge of the research at the Academy's biological research institute.

When they had free time, Möbius's parents would occasionally come to check on him.

This situation has been going on for several years.

While eating, Möbius suddenly felt a strange sadness creeping into his heart. Why?

"Hey? Möbius, what's wrong?" Möbius's parents were eating when they suddenly noticed large tears streaming down Möbius's face.

"Huh?" Mebius looked up, completely unaware. Her parents and Klein could see the tear stains on Mebius's face and the sadness she was trying to suppress.

"How old are you to still be crying?" Mebius's mother said, while hurriedly wiping away the tears from the corners of Mebius's eyes.

"Did something happen to you?"

Mebius's father hurriedly said.

"What happened to the PhD student? It's fine if he skips the conference."

Klein hurriedly added.

Faced with inquiries from her family and close friends, Möbius opened her mouth, completely unaware of what had happened to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto the food her parents had prepared for her.

"I......"

why?

Mebius couldn't understand the sudden sadness and pain that welled up inside her. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling this way? She clearly remembered that nothing unusual had happened.

Was it a dream I'd had these past few days? But it was just a nightmare.

Chapter 323 Morning (11)

In the morning, Blanca carefully opened her daughter's room and saw drawing papers scattered all over the floor. Then she saw Greta lying on the bed, fast asleep, hugging a doll. A faint smile appeared on Blanca's face.

Although Blanca wanted to tidy up her daughter's room, Gretchen was still sleeping, so she would do it when Gretchen went to school.

Blanca then quietly closed Greta's room door.

But just after Blanca closed the door, she was suddenly embraced by a warm chest, and two strong arms held her tightly.

But this gave Blanca a sudden fright.

Blanca turned around and looked angrily at her husband, Hen.

Hen, who had originally wanted to give Blanca a little surprise, could only awkwardly smile as he let go of her hand after seeing that she was angry.

Blanca snorted and stomped on the mark with her leg.

"It almost scared me to death!"

After being stepped on, Hen naturally didn't feel anything and quickly apologized to Blanca.

Blanca ignored it and headed straight for the kitchen, but then she suddenly remembered something and stopped. Coincidentally, she heard Hen's voice behind her.

"I'll make breakfast today," Hen said quickly.

“Well… okay.” Blanca stopped and glanced at Hen, her light blue eyes blinking.

Breakfast is yours now.

Blanca turned and walked toward the room. Hen was a little confused when he saw his wife Blanca's seemingly cheerful back.

However, Hen didn't mind. He'd just make breakfast today.

However, when Hen walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, he saw that it was empty and immediately fell silent.

It was only then that he remembered that the food in the kitchen had been used up a few days ago, and that Hen and Blanca had taken Gretchen out for two days over the weekend, so they hadn't had time to replenish the food in the refrigerator.

If you want to make breakfast now, you still need to go out and buy ingredients first.

However, Hen glanced at his watch and realized it was getting late; he had to go to work soon.

“…Hmm,” Hen scratched his head.

No wonder Blanca was so happy just now.

Hen arrived at the door and saw Blanca lying on the bed, her fair and slender legs crossed, her delicate little feet swinging happily.

"Blanca" said helplessly.

"Hmm?" Blanca turned around with a smile, her light blue hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

"Let's eat breakfast out."

"We're out of vegetables at home."

Hen opened his mouth.

Blanca winked playfully.

"Didn't you say you'd make breakfast today?"

"...Tomorrow, after you take Gretchen to school, go buy some groceries."

Looking at Blanca's happy and mischievous face, Hen felt both amused and helpless.

"Um"

Blanca got up and came to Hen, then carefully straightened Hen's clothes.

Come back early at noon.

Blanca smiled slightly.

"it is good"

Hen held Blanca's hands, his gaze fixed on her, as if she were the only one in his eyes. Blanca blushed slightly under Hen's gaze, her eyebrows lowered slightly, and then she quietly raised her eyes to meet Hen's eyes.

The two looked at each other and moved closer to each other.

Hen lowered his head, and a blush appeared on Blanca's cheeks, her eyes slightly closed.

"Mom, Dad!" a cute girl's voice suddenly rang out.

What are you doing?

Greta looked at Hen and Blanca with curiosity in her purple eyes.

Upon hearing their daughter's voice, Hen and Blanca instantly forgot everything else. Seeing Gretchen's innocent and curious eyes, Hen's heart almost melted at her daughter's gaze.

"Gresh, why aren't you wearing shoes?" Blanca picked up Gresh, then noticed that Gresh was barefoot.

"Hmm, I don't like it," Greta said in a soft, sweet voice.

Hen stepped forward and hugged his wife and daughter, a happy smile on his face.

"Gresh, Daddy's going to work now. Be good at school, okay?"

"Okay, sure," Greta nodded obediently.

“Then I’m leaving,” Hen said, then looked at Blanca.

"Go, go," Blanca said with a smile, hugging Gretchen.

After leaving home, Hen got into his car and drove to the company, buying breakfast along the way.

Upon arriving at the company, the employees all noticed that Hen appeared very relaxed and happy.

"Manager Hen is really lucky."

"A successful career and a happy family—isn't that happiness?"

While busy, Kevin overheard his colleagues' envy of Senior Hen. Thinking of his girlfriend Mei, he resolved to continue working hard and strive to live a happy life with her.

Meanwhile, after Hen left home, Blanca helped her daughter comb her hair and tidied everything up. Not long after, the mother and daughter also left home together.

Greta, dressed in a cute high school uniform, sat on the electric scooter Blanca was riding, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings.

"...A dream, not, it's real."

Blanca heard Gretchen's soft, sweet voice, but she couldn't make it out clearly.

"What's wrong, Gretchen?"

"Blanca asked."

I had a dream about it yesterday.

Gretchen replied.

What kind of dream did you have?

Blanca asked with a smile, but she did not receive an answer from Gretsch.

Greta didn't want to talk about the dream she had yesterday.

Mom and Dad are gone, and so many of my older brothers and sisters are gone too.

Greta hugged Blanca tightly around the waist, her delicate and adorable face pressed against Blanca's back, feeling the warmth emanating from her mother, so real and real.

"What's wrong?" Blanca stopped and asked.

She had brought Gretchen to the gates of St. Freya Academy, a top-tier comprehensive academy encompassing primary, secondary, and university levels. Gretchen was enrolled in the primary school's art department at St. Freya Academy.

"Mom" Gretchen continued to hug Blanca tightly.

"Alright, alright, it's time to go to school." Blanca found it strange that Gretchen seemed unusually clingy to her today.

Blanca parked the electric scooter and carried Greta out of the car.

"Mommy's here. Gretchen, go to school and study hard. Mommy will pick you up at noon."

"Um"

Greta nodded obediently.

Just then, the preparatory bell for St. Freya Academy rang, and Gretchen had no choice but to reluctantly part ways with Blanca.

After entering the gates of St. Freya Academy, Gretchen looked back and saw Blanca wave to her and leave.

"What is Gretchen looking at?"

Several of Gretchen's classmates came up to her and asked curiously.

“Mom,” Gretchen replied.

"Hmm, Gretchen's mother is so beautiful, and so kind, picking Gretchen up and dropping her off every day."

"My mom doesn't pick me up or drop me off; I have to walk to and from school by myself."

Several students were talking about their family situations.

"Class is about to start," Gretchen said to her classmates, carrying her backpack, and then walked straight towards the school building.

There aren't many courses in elementary school, especially in the art department where Gretchen is, where the curriculum is mainly focused on art.

Gretchen had excellent grades, but her talent for painting was far more outstanding.

Many of the art department teachers highly regarded Gretchen.

Around noon, just as the school bell rang, Gretchen finished a painting, prompting her teachers to sigh in admiration.

The hushed chatter didn't bother Gretsch; she was already preparing to leave when the bell rang.

The teachers didn't seem to mind. In fact, given Gretchen's talent, they knew they couldn't teach her much; at most, they could only teach her other types of painting techniques.

At the entrance of St. Freya Academy, Hen and Blanca stood together waiting for Gretchen to be dismissed from school.

A moment later, they saw Gretchen come out of the school.

"Gresh!" Blanca stepped forward, smiling as she picked Gresh up.

"Mom" Gretchen hugged Blanca tightly, showing great affection.

“We should go home,” Hen said, walking over and taking Blanca’s hand.

The family of three then returned to their cozy home.

After sending Gretchen to school, Blanca went to buy a lot of groceries and prepared a sumptuous lunch for her when she went to pick Gretchen up from school at noon.

However, today Hen returned home first and took Blanca with him to pick up Greta from school.

After lunch, Hen noticed that Blanca seemed preoccupied.