"Will this really work?"
"I don't know."
"Aren't you the God of Destiny? Predict the odds of success."
"...What does that have to do with whether I'm the God of Destiny? Besides, I can't predict things."
Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes, utterly speechless at the boss's words. Recently, Luo Chuan had become increasingly fond of making snarky remarks from this angle.
It was already evening.
Yao Ziyan was currently in Luo Chuan's room, preparing to carry out what they had discussed in the early morning.
That was, using the lullaby she sang to put Luo Chuan to sleep, thereby reconnecting him with the dream he had forgotten.
After all, Luo Chuan had said that what he dreamed about felt very important to him.
But clearly, when it came time to actually do it, Luo Chuan began to doubt whether this was feasible.
Mainly because he thought it was rather stupid.
"Oh, right, I prepared something else too. I almost forgot." Yao Ziyan suddenly remembered something and rose from the bedside, preparing to leave.
"What were you and Anno mysteriously preparing while you were cooking?" Luo Chuan could not help asking. "I heard several explosions."
"You'll find out soon enough." After mysteriously leaving behind those words, Yao Ziyan left the room.
Watching the girl's figure disappear from view, Luo Chuan could not help rubbing his forehead.
He got up and came to the window, looking out at the night beyond.
The rain had stopped. The night sky was clear and cloudless, allowing the brilliant river of stars overhead to be seen distinctly. In the distance, the city glittered with countless lights, and streams of radiance sped along the streets.
Perhaps due to differences in the relevant laws of physics, there was no phenomenon here known as "light pollution" from Luo Chuan's