Six years later, Yu Nianzhen and Jiang Yue were still at it.
Originally, they thought the deadline was five years.
However, five years came and went.
Although they were relieved, they were not complacent.
After heaving a sigh of relief, they continued their work and didn't stop until their puppet shell was almost fully assembled.
"It's almost been seven years." Jiang Yue whispered and then continued.
"Do you think the deadline is ten years?"
"Maybe." Yu Nianzhen answered but frowned.
"What's on your mind?"
"Maybe there is no deadline. Maybe our conditions in the next room will depend on our performance in this room."
Hearing that, Jiang Yue looked at his and Yu Nianzhen's almost fully assembled puppet shells.
After that, he looked across the room at Wang Peng and Song Ruoqi.
"You and I will be done within a month." Jiang Yue said and Yu Nianzhen nodded.
