"Mila? Mila?"
The sudden voice in her ear snapped her back to reality.
"Yes, I'm listening."
Mila suppressed the turmoil of her thoughts and continued discussing the collaboration with Miranda. Finally, she asked softly, "Is there anything I need to do on my end?"
"Just take care of yourself!" Miranda assured her, "I'll handle the rest as quickly as I can!"
As the call ended, Mila found herself unable to focus for a long time.
Forest Team... that name.
...
Several years ago, in the computer lab.
Mila sat in front of the computer, her eyes full of wonder as she stared at the intricate lines of raw code on the screen.
"Incredible!"
"Forrest, you're an absolute genius!"
"Once this model is complete, you'll be a sensation in the AI world! You could very well become a leader in the industry!"
The young man standing beside her, tall and vibrant, smiled brightly at her words, his voice gentle yet strong.
"Mimi. You've witnessed this journey and supported me all along. Once this model is done, let's name it after us—'Forest Team' and 'FM Group,' what do you think?"
Back then, Mila was caught off guard and a bit shy, but she mustered the courage not to refuse.
She said, "Alright."
But things changed too quickly after that. The budding, unspoken feelings of youth were easily swept away, shattered by the relentless waves of reality.
Years have passed since their parting.
If it truly is him... Mila found herself unsure of how she would face him. An inexplicable fear rose within her.
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