"It's fine. I don't really care about that."
Luo Chuan said it casually. As the God of Destiny, Yao Ziyan being untouched by dust was one of her most basic passive abilities. She was soft and fragrant from head to toe, and very comfortable to hold while sleeping.
As for why he knew that, the reason was simple—whenever Yao Ziyan came over, he slept longer than usual, and the quality of his sleep improved greatly as well.
Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan's matter-of-fact expression and suddenly did not know what to say.
This version of Luo Chuan really was not quite right.
"Still, now that you mention it, I do remember something." Luo Chuan seemed to recall something and squeezed Yao Ziyan's little foot.
"If you remember it, then remember it. Don't move around." Yao Ziyan's face reddened slightly. She put a little force into her foot, trying to pull free, but after failing, she simply let him do as he pleased. "What do you remember?"
"It should be something very important to me." Luo Chuan pondered seriously. "And not only that, I feel like it continues from the dream I had last time."
"A novel plot? It feels like a serial." Yao Ziyan asked with amusement.
"Mm... Little Ziyan, have you ever heard a saying?"
"What saying?"
"Reality is often more fantastical than fiction, because fiction needs logic, but reality doesn't."
Luo Chuan had already forgotten where he had seen those words, yet he still kept them in mind. After all, they were a kind of truth in their own way.
Yao Ziyan blinked. "Reality... doesn't need logic?"
"Because there are some people you simply can't view through ordinary eyes. Their way of thinking is different, and they always do things normal people can't." Luo Chuan said.
Yao