Fu Qian's string of rhetorical questions hadn't been particularly sharp, but to Su Gao in her current state, they had still hit hard.
After that relentless cross-examination, Su Gao was utterly at a loss for words.
She hadn't been thinking clearly to begin with, and now she was practically short-circuiting.
That should do it. The truth might be bitter, but we weren't actual demons or anything.
Seeing this, Fu Qian stopped his soul-crushing interrogation.
He could clearly feel Su Gao's turbulent emotions. The flame of her will was like a candle guttering in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.
And that wasn't all. Fu Qian looked up and glanced outside.
As Su Gao's mental state grew more unstable, something around them became more active, and even the full moon reflected in the water grew brighter.
So something really was watching her. This place was fraught with danger!
Fu Qian rubbed his head and looked around.
The floor they were on was considerably larger, with a ring of protruding platforms around it.
Though nearly completely disoriented, Su Gao still instinctively stopped when he did.
"Sometimes, in the pursuit of pure self-acceptance, people like to deny certain parts of themselves."
The next moment, as Su Gao looked at him in confusion, Fu Qian took her hand and led her to one of the platforms.
"But at its core, that's no more than a form of self-indulgent amusement."
"Denying yourself won't make you transcend. You have to accept yourself instead."
Beneath the moonlight, Su Gao seemed to glow. She showed no reaction at all to Fu Qian's words.
Fu Qian didn't mind. He let go of her cold hand and sat down beside her.
"You like sweets?"
"Mm."
Faced with such an abrupt change of subject, Su Gao