The place where Su Gao was staying looked like the inside of a tower.
A row of chairs was scattered across the small space, and Su Gao sat on one of them.
Through the glass window beside her, it was clear that night had fallen outside.
At that moment, the bright full moon shone through the window onto Su Gao, making her look like a fairy beneath the moonlight, sparkling.
Creak!
Stepping across the worn floorboards, Fu Qian walked toward Su Gao beneath her gaze. She didn't make a sound the entire time.
From this close, he could see that Su Gao's flawless white face was stiff, as if she were wearing a mask. Sitting there, she had almost no trace of a living person about her.
On closer inspection, countless hidden cracks could even be seen in her skin, as if she might crumble and vanish at any moment.
Something really was wrong!
Fu Qian didn't hurry to speak, merely looking her up and down.
"Mr. Fu?"
After a long while, a hint of life finally returned to Su Gao's eyes. Her voice sounded both delighted and wistful.
"Long time no see."
Fu Qian nodded and greeted her casually.
Hearing his voice, Su Gao froze again, as if wondering whether she was dreaming.
"Long time no see."
Then, as if life had flowed back into her body, Su Gao rose to her feet, gazing at Fu Qian, and gave him an elegant curtsy.
"You look well, Mr. Fu."
Of course I do!
Fu Qian thought to himself.
The instant he had emerged, he'd realized his strength had been restored.
That confirmed his guess: the place he'd been before—whether helping Violetta find Mom or exploring the five sisters' cage—had been part of this woman's consciousness, not the real world.
That