Claire and Owen, Owen and Claire. The past between them has no way of being known, and they can only capture those pasts that have disappeared with the wind from a few words.

At this point, Claire's gaze between Owen and Brachiosaurus softened - her coldness and arrogance gradually faded, revealing a trace of vulnerability and struggle in the depths of her eyes, as if it had only now touched the wound in Owen's heart, awakening those sleeping memories in her mind, which made her a little unbearable.

"Shhhh Owen cared softly, and continued to caress and touch Brachiosaurus's head gently with his left hand, his gentle expression revealed a little sadness, but it was well hidden, as if he was taking care of a sleeping baby, and a light sound in his throat gradually quieted the noise around him.

Claire's footsteps finally approached, she hesitated, and she was a little afraid—in the face of such a behemoth, even though she knew that the other party was a herbivore, even if she knew that the other party was dying, but the rejection of human nature still made her steps cautious.

In the end, she stood in front of Owen and Brachiosaurus.

Owen was still gently patting the brachiosaurus's head, and the brachiosaurus opened its eyes slightly, as if enjoying a moment of peace, revealing a shallow halo, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan/moan, as if it had found some comfort, but this trace of comfort made the pain before death more and more hideous - Claire felt it, and the vivid and delicate emotions were like human beings, which made Claire empathize.

Her gaze fell on Owen's focused expression, and she involuntarily crouched down, overcoming the fear in her heart, and hesitantly stretched out her right hand, slowly approaching the head of the brachiosaurus, but she did not dare to be too presumptuous, fearing that her urgency might frighten the intelligent creature in front of her.

Then, Claire noticed that Owen's eyes were projected, those deep and clear eyes did not have the usual joking giggle, the sincere light concealed the deep struggle in her heart, and gently nodded at her in affirmation, and then Claire noticed that Owen withdrew his right hand slightly, and she followed the guidance to put her right hand where Owen's right hand was just located.

Claire still hesitated, her right hand trembled slightly, but she didn't flinch after all, when her right hand slowly landed on Brachiosaurus's cheek, she could feel the pain and struggle revealed by the gently trembling muscles, as if the vitality was slowly passing away little by little-

It's not just a ledger number, it's not just a park property, it's a life, a living and real life. It has its own emotions and thoughts, its own joys and sorrows, and its own pain and sorrow, and perhaps those emotions are relatively simple and basic, but they are indisputably true.

It's, it's not just it, it's supposed to be him or her.

For the first time since Claire left her office, she had such a close encounter with the dinosaurs she was responsible for, and she finally felt where Owen's compassion came from, but ...... Is it too late for all this? The creatures in front of her are withering and withering, and she has no chance of recovering them?

Claire's eyes also showed a sadness, and even the aura around her couldn't help but soften.

Suddenly, the Brachiosaurus seemed to sense something, groaned and raised its head, struggling, which scared Claire, and quickly retracted her right hand, casting a plea glance at Owen, did she do something wrong?

Owen didn't notice Claire's gaze, all his attention fell on Brachiosaurus, not only did he not leave, but he leaned forward slightly, wrapped Brachiosaurus's head with the temperature of his chest, and whispered in his mouth, "It's okay." It's okay. The faint hoarse voice betrayed a little fragile fear, as if he could also truly feel the pain of Brachiosaurus, as if he was truly experiencing the torment of death again.

Claire looked at Owen like this, as if she had never looked Owen in the eye so seriously.

At this moment, she could find too many complex and profound emotions in those eyes, she couldn't clearly distinguish them one by one, but she could still feel the scars and blood hidden under the exterior, this was the him she was familiar with, but it was not the him she was familiar with.

His scars, his struggles, his pain, she knew but couldn't understand - or, before she could really get to know better, he pushed her away, and after a short period of effort, she couldn't see hope and chose to give up, she flinched, she was scared, and she just turned away.

She told herself that it was the best ending, for both of him and her.

But today, her heart couldn't help but start curling up again.

Her gaze fell on the Brachiosaurus along Owen's eyes, Claire's eyes showed a touch of unbearability, but more pity and care, she leaned forward again, caressed/stroked the cheeks and neck of the Brachiosaurus with her own hands, and brought a trace of comfort with the temperature of her palm, and then she could see the Brachiosaurus let out a comfortable low cry.

It's like...... It's like Owen covered in bruises.

If—just if, if she could have been a little more patient, gentler and closer, would she have been able to heal Owen's wounds? Was Owen pushed her away because she was afraid that his roughness and coldness might hurt her? And did her departure push Owen into an even darker abyss? Was their miss right or a pity?

Looking at the brachiosaurus that was close at hand, Claire was a little distracted, and all the thoughts in her mind were surging up in a chaotic way, but she couldn't sort out a clear idea.

Then the brachiosaurus let out a long, long breath, which seemed to give vent to all its pain, and finally closed its eyes heavily, and did not move again.

What's going on?

Claire came back to her senses, her eyes were a little blank, she looked up at Owen in a daze, and asked with her eyes: What's the matter?

Owen didn't answer, didn't even notice Claire's gaze, just quietly stared at the brachiosaurus, all the mixed emotions between the eyebrows precipitated, and gradually became solemn and solemn, escorting the brachiosaurus on its last journey in the way of attention, all those sorrows and pains were hidden under the shadow of the eyelids.

He became the same Owen that Claire knew again.

He hid all his wounds, all those pains, those sorrows, those heaviness, all carried it alone, refused help and pity, and even refused all those who tried to get close to him, so he protected himself tightly and buried all those dark memories deeply. The fragility that had just been briefly exposed was now completely covered again.

Claire suddenly understood.

Tears broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and slid down, Claire's gaze fell on the Brachiosaurus again, she couldn't help but wonder if Owen had been on the battlefield before, was this how he sent away his comrades again and again, watching his friends and comrades-in-arms disappear in front of him one after another, familiar and strange, all without exception, every time he died, he cut a wound in his soul, and finally became fragmented, the scarred soul has begun to numb, and even lost the ability to perceive, and it seems that it can no longer be repaired。

She could imagine it, but she couldn't understand it.

It was as if at this moment, she was mourning the loss of a life, but she couldn't really feel the bond, and Owen was facing the people she was so close to her every day that they disappeared like this, like a wisp of green smoke, how terrible the pain was, even if it was just imagined, it was unbearable. Owen pushed her closer and chose to escape, how difficult was it behind that?

Claire didn't dare to look up at Owen, but just stared at the brachiosaurus in a daze, because she knew that Owen had now returned to his usual calm and solemnity again, but it was precisely this mask that made Claire more and more sad.

She sat quietly on her knees, mourning the loss of a life, and thinking back to Owen's words: Did she really do something wrong? To Owen, and to the dinosaurs?

And Owen has completed his mourning and remembrance, and even a little cold-blooded, reinvigorated -

He stood up, re-grasped the rifle on his shoulder, and walked forward step by step, avoiding any potential surprises, but after only a few steps, he put the rifle down again, looked at the rolling plains and hills in the distance, and stopped silently, just staring quietly ahead, without speaking, but the slightly tense shoulder lines revealed a hidden sadness and pain, as if he was struggling, even his steps became light and slow, and his whole body became extremely cold and detached, completely lacking his usual joking appearance。

There is no need for expressions, no words, just a back, which has already revealed too many emotions.

Claire keenly caught it, patted the brachiosaurus cheek lightly again, the temperature of her fingertips felt the rough skin lines for the last time, and then she also stood up again, following Owen's footsteps forward, and then she couldn't help but slow down her pace, as if she had seen the scene in front of her from a distance, and the shock began to ripple in the depths of her heart.

What exactly did they see?

Chen Zihao and Melanie couldn't help but be curious, and they didn't even realize it, so they stood on tiptoe and tried to look at the scene in the distance - when they forgot that it was too far away at this time, even if they stood on the stairs, they still couldn't see, let alone stand on tiptoe, but they still couldn't help it, the sense of reality from reality to illusion made them immerse themselves in it, and truly interpreted the mystery of "dreaming".