He only wanted to live an ordinary life: an ordinary boss driven by interest, a salted fish with nothing to do all day, someone whose prerequisite for doing anything was whether it interested him...
This was how Yao Ziyan—and most customers—saw Luo Chuan.
Ordinary, yet shrouded in an air of mystery. His outward appearance was deeply misleading—though that was also inseparable from his naturally easygoing personality.
As for Luo Chuan's race, even Yao Ziyan did not know the answer.
Even though she had lived with the boss for so long and had formed a contract to remain together for eternity, from beginning to end, Luo Chuan had always appeared before her in the form she had first seen.
In the customers' eyes, a god was probably their understanding of the boss.
Power far beyond the constraints of the mundane world, effortlessly accomplishing things impossible for mortals.
From that perspective, was this outward form, no different from that of a human, merely one of the boss's... "disguises"?
Or was it simply one of his forms?
When Luo Chuan spoke of his experiences in the dreamscape, as well as his own form within it, Yao Ziyan naturally became curious.
It was merely simple curiosity.
It was not as though she would be unable to accept something over such a trivial matter. There was no need for that at all.
What mattered was the soul, not merely outward appearances.
What if Luo Chuan, who usually acted no differently from an ordinary person, was actually a shapeless blob of pitch-black ink?
Yao Ziyan found it quite interesting.
Gods came in all sorts of forms. She had once seen Asanos: an immense black mist coiled through the starry sky, no different from a river of stars.
As for Luo Chuan, in her eyes, whether it