Su Qiao simply extended her hand. "My sleeve is pretty clean. Want to borrow it?"
"No... no need. Just now... just now, some dust got in my eye."
Han Feng felt embarrassed. He quickly turned his head away and wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.
Su Qiao looked around.
Other than the stream, there was only the mountain forest. The weather was somewhat muggy, and there wasn't even any wind.
"But there isn't any dust here, and there's no wind now either."
Host, can you not be so blunt? Could you bend a little? Just a tiny bit?
444 covered his face and turned around.
It was simply too painful to watch.
Su Qiao realized she had been too "honest" and had completely failed to spare the man's dignity. She coughed twice in embarrassment. "Ahem, why don't you wash your face? Maybe a mosquito flew into your eye."
"I'll wash it. It'll be quick."
Han Feng wanted to rub his nose, but felt too embarrassed to do so. He quickly crouched down and scooped up some water.
Su Qiao simply found a stone by the stream and sat down, waiting patiently for him to regain his composure.
After quite a while, Han Feng sat awkwardly on another large stone beside her. Together, they silently stared blankly at the increasingly darkening sky.
Su Qiao turned her head. "Think carefully about it now. Is there anything strange in your memories?"
She wanted to find out just how complete the memories implanted in his mind were and whether there were any loopholes to be found.
"Mm."
Han Feng had already accepted that he had been hypnotized, but he no longer felt lonely or panicked.
With Su Qiao there, he seemed able to relax.
"No wonder..." After thinking