How strange could they get?
Watching the woman talking to empty space, Fu Qian shook his head, then walked straight over without hesitation.
She had red hair and brown eyes, and her features were lovely, though time had already begun to leave its mark on her face. She looked to be approaching middle age.
The dark dress was cut low at the chest, making her skin look all the more fair and delicate.
Even after Fu Qian came to stand beside her, she remained completely unaware of him, casually chatting with the person "in front of her."
The red-haired woman looked so natural as she spoke that it was hard not to wonder whether there really was someone there whom he simply couldn't see.
He didn't rush to interrupt. Instead, Fu Qian quietly listened for a while.
From the woman's words, he gathered that the person before her was named Knight. Half a year ago, Knight had lost his only son and had been consumed by grief ever since.
She, meanwhile, had been urging Knight to accept that the dead were gone, look to the future, and enjoy life.
"Honestly, you've been looking much better lately. A little wine is good for you!"
At the end, she looked the empty space up and down with earnest concern, sounding quite pleased.
"She's right."
Just then, Fu Qian seized the opportunity to step forward and stand beside the red-haired woman. He addressed the air too, even raising his glass.
"Good wine is the best medicine."
After observing her strange behavior, Fu Qian had decided to test things further and see what it took for these actors to "wake up" from their performances.
Yet even though he joined the conversation so naturally, the red-haired woman didn't react at all. She seemed completely unaware