Of course!
Looking at Grace's utterly certain expression, Fu Qian got the answer he wanted.
The memories from the other state really did carry over.
But there was a problem: what carried over might not be real memories, but an imagined version of them.
He knew that yesterday she had been talking to the air, but in Grace's eyes, she had been chatting with Knight, who was standing right in front of her.
In other words, her memories were entirely part of the "script."
"I see."
Fu Qian nodded and decided to keep probing.
"It's good that Knight is willing to come out for a change. I've always worried that he was grieving too much over his son."
"He's doing much better now. Time heals all wounds."
Grace spoke with feeling. By now, she no longer doubted that Fu Qian knew Knight well.
"I really didn't expect Knight to have such a young friend. Is this your first time in Bailuoke?"
"Yes, it's certainly a beautiful place."
As he spoke, Fu Qian took a card from his pocket: the business card Sir Gusman had given him.
"And the people here are beautiful, too. I've made quite a few interesting friends."
"I'm so glad you like it here."
Grace was clearly pleased by Fu Qian's compliment. She covered her mouth and laughed, her shoulders shaking.
"This is Gusman's business card. You've already met him?"
"We've met once. Sir Gusman is a kind man."
"He can be a bit old-fashioned and dull, though."
Grace shook her head with a laugh, making no effort to hide her opinion.
"He's never been one for socializing. He only started attending our parties recently."
Recently? Could last night have been Gusman's first time attending?
That detail caught Fu Qian's attention. He looked at the business card