"Whew~" Lincoln, sitting in place, let out a long sigh.
If Randall didn't run away, he would want to run away himself; this was too awkward.
But this matter couldn't be ignored. Besides, it was for their own good.
This was not just a self-consolation of a capitalist—this statement couldn't be more accurate.
Lincoln hadn't forgotten about Little Chun's illness. Even though her mood had improved significantly during this period, actively cooperating with treatment and exercise, the progression of her illness had slowed down considerably.
But there still wasn't any hope for improvement.
Sooner or later, when Little Chun couldn't control her body at all, she might become a real "permanent resident of the virtual world."
At that time, they would definitely want to make love in the rain with their significant other and do the most intimate things, right?
—Considering the size of Cloud Dream now, it was even possible that some people were already in this state.