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The warm breeze lifted the gauze hanging by the window and gently touched Ryan's skin.

The mixed smell of vanilla made 8-year-old Ryan put down the toys in his hands and look out the window.

On the quiet and peaceful community streets, people are going about their business.

A car was driving slowly, and after a moment, the sound of the door opening was heard at the entrance.

Beca pushed the door open and walked into the house. She lost the strength she had held on when she went out, and there was a trace of unnoticed fatigue hidden in her eyes, as well as a fear that penetrated deep into her soul.

Immediately, when she was about to enter the living room, they all gathered up.

"Ryan, look what mom brought you."

"Wow, it's "The Gentle Return of the Block City"~~"

A childish voice full of strong expectations sounded, and hearing that voice made people feel soft in their hearts.

Beca couldn't help but quicken her pace and walked to the sofa to sit down. She gently took the child into her arms, and then gently kissed Ryan's forehead. Her movements were gentle and maternal.

"Don't worry, I'll play it for you right now."

As the TV screen, which only receives specific signal frequency bands, lights up, a brightly colored and childish cartoon animation of building blocks slowly plays.

The little people on the screen are all like building blocks, with red roofs and blue skies. The simple composition pieces together a story that is entertaining, educational, and healing.

"It's episode 132!"

Ryan marveled, and seemed eager to share it with his mother: "In the last episode, Walt helped Jerry the Fox find his partner."

"This episode..."

Beka continued: "He will still lend a helping hand without hesitation, always treat others gently, and will never bully the weak. Even if he has strong power, he will always use it to protect the weak around him."

With that said, Beca looked at her son again: "Kid, you have to become a good person like Walter, okay?"

"Okay, Mom!"

While immersed in the animation, Ryan replied sincerely and from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing her son watching intently, Beka stood up and rubbed his head: "Mom, go cook for you."

Lane didn't reply.

His pupils, which were staring at the TV, shrank unnoticed.

Even the surveillance camera facing him had no way of detecting it, only thinking that he was watching with all his heart.

In the room, there was only the cheerful sound of TV animation and the sound of mother Becca making lunch.

But if those monitoring personnel could penetrate the camera and see directly into Ryan's heart, they would be shocked to find that the thoughts in his mind at this moment are simply not too typical.

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