Originally, there shouldn't have been any interaction between them.

Now that she's regained her body, it's time to say goodbye.

By the window on the second floor of the courtyard.

Ying Zijin leaned against the wall, watching the two people gradually move away, slightly furrowing her brow.

Alchemy world.

She squinted slightly.

Indeed.

This time, I haven't met my old friends there yet.

**

There aren't many flights from Hua Country to Country G, but it was smooth.

By 3 p.m., Sinai had arrived at the international airport of Country G.

She didn't have someone pick her up; following the coordinates given by Dean Norman, she took a taxi to the Cosmic Carrier Space Experiment Base.

However, being too remote, the taxi stopped two kilometers away from the base.

With no other transportation around, Sinai chose to walk the rest of the way.

She walked while observing the surroundings and said, "Well, I—"

Her words suddenly paused.

She lifted her head, suddenly realizing she was in an adult's body.

No one else was beside her.

Half a year can pass neither too quickly nor too slowly.

Yet it's enough to leave a deep mark.

Sinai's physical condition was poor initially, but after several months of recuperation at Norton, walking this distance was nothing.

Upon arriving at the Cosmic Carrier Research Base, she called Dean Norman.

"My disciple, why did you come so quickly?" Dean Norman exclaimed, "I'm on vacation this afternoon, shopping in the city with your master's wife."

"You shop." Sinai said calmly, "I'm just afraid you couldn't wait, so I brought you a little dress."

Dean Norman: "..."

He forgot, ten years ago at the institute, Sinai had a nickname: the "Poison-tongued Queen."

"My disciple, I was wrong, I've already arranged an assistant for you," Dean Norman said. "Wait, I'll have her find you."

Half a minute later, the voice came again: "Her name is Charlotte, she's on her way to pick you up, have you seen her?"

Sinai looked up and saw a figure coming out of the gate.

"Hello, Teacher Sinai, I'm your assistant, Charlotte Brine." A freckled-faced girl ran over, very excited, "It's nice to meet you, please guide me."

"Hello." Sinai also extended her hand, "Sinai·Leaangle."

"Teacher Sinai, this way, your office is on the third basement floor." Charlotte's small face was flushed, "I'm a graduate of the Mechanical Department at Norton University, twenty-two this year, and just joined this project. I'm very happy to be your assistant."

Though she didn't know who Sinai was, since it was personally instructed by Dean Norman, she must take it seriously.

The researchers at the base also knew that Herwen had handed over all core contents to Dean Norman.

The base is vast, with sixty floors combining both above and underground.

Sinai followed Charlotte to the third basement floor.

"Here's the research attire prepared for you." Charlotte took out a box, "Your living essentials are also ready; the lodging is next door."

Sinai nodded and took the familiar white research attire.

After putting it on, she looked at the white lab coat on her body and fell into a daze.

Before coming into contact with Norton, she indeed hadn't worn a dress.

Always in white.

Sinai pressed her head.

Why does everything remind her of him?

Truly possessed.

"This is a long-term experimental project, so there are two days off every week." Charlotte handed over a bottle of water and smiled, "Teacher Sinai, once we start working, it can get very intense; if you feel unwell, please mention it ahead of time."

"Alright." Sinai nodded slightly, "Send all the materials to me."

She planned to start work today.

When working, she could forget other things.

Until laughter sounded, and someone shouted in English.

"Charlotte, let's go out together. What are you doing there? It's the day off, go have some fun."

"I won't go." Charlotte waved her hand, "I'm staying here to accompany someone."

Only then did the group notice Sinai behind the office desk.

She was seriously looking at the computer.

The platinum-colored long hair draped along her cheeks, as if stars scattered all over the ground.

Ice blue eyes resembling the waves of the ocean, lips a soft light pink, like jelly.

The skin was nearly transparent, flawless and tender.

Just a side profile was already stunning.

There were many Western faces in the base, but they had never seen one as beautiful as hers.

After all, researchers often tend to be a bit bald.

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