Bring it to an end - Two - I
"The sixth model... still harbors some fatal flaws."
At the workbench, Ravenna set down her pen, her face etched with fatigue—a rare display of weariness from her. She massaged the bridge of her nose, summoning her spirits.
"Ansel."
She turned to look at the blond youth reading on the sofa: "Do you have any thoughts?"
"None," Ansel replied nonchalantly, "Encountering obstacles is quite normal, Venna. Do you really aspire to achieve in less than a year what your grandfather spent his entire life striving for?"
"It's not I, but we."
The petite Miss Ravenna removed her glasses and gently wiped them with a silk handkerchief from her pocket, calmly responding, "With you here, it's not entirely impossible."
"You're giving me too much credit," Ansel chuckled wryly.
"But the progress of the universal ether furnace research has been largely driven by you alone."
Ravenna sat beside Ansel, looking at him earnestly: