Unbreakable Heart Mirror, buffer space.
After leaving Jon, Angel logged off directly.
After stretching his body a little, Angel glanced from the corner of his eye at Laplace, who sat on the sofa. Her entire body was enveloped by the soft cushions, her eyes tightly shut. Clearly, she had not yet left the Dream Wilderness.
Angel knew that as well. Before logging off, he had looked at Laplace from a god's-eye view and found her still fishing aboard the fishing boat, her expression exceedingly serious. Yet there was not a single catch in the fish basket beside her.
It was worth mentioning that beside the fishing boat swam schools of golden flying fish suffused with the afterglow of sunset. As though they had not noticed Laplace at all, they leaped past her with complete abandon.
As long as Laplace reached out her hand, she could catch at least one flying fish. But she did not do so. Instead, she focused all her attention on the fixed fishing rod.
It seemed that only catching a fish with the rod counted as true fishing.
Angel had no idea what Laplace was thinking, but it was his first time seeing her so focused. He had originally wanted to ask whether she wanted to log off with him, but in the end, he decided against it.
Angel had heard stories about fishing enthusiasts who were terrible at fishing yet loved it dearly. When they failed to catch anything, they always had excuses piled high as mountains. If he disturbed her now, Laplace might think it was his interruption that had kept her from catching fish.
Though Laplace might not yet have evolved to such a realm, Angel still decided not to disturb her and logged off alone.
However, because he had logged off alone,