"It definitely won't be a one!"
Faced with Fu Qian's question, Mousse answered almost instinctively.
But for some reason, after she said it, she inexplicably felt less certain.
"I'll take your word for it."
Fu Qian said no more, merely watching her with a smile.
Under her slightly grave gaze, he didn't hesitate and tossed the die straight out.
As it hit the ground and began spinning, a tide of something seemingly alive surged up, pounding at his mind.
A few seconds later, the die came to a stop.
One!
Mousse froze on the spot, her mind roaring.
Why was it one?
How could it be one?
How was it possible for it to be one!
Either Mr. Fu had been affected too, or—
"This result is rather confusing!"
Fu Qian didn't look at her. He simply picked up the die himself.
"I..."
Fu Qian's words only intensified the shock. Mousse wanted to say something, but an overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfed her.
The scene before her was undoubtedly battering her convictions, shattering her understanding of everything.
Fu Qian said nothing more, letting her quietly battle it out in her head.
"So I was wrong?"
After a long while, she finally spoke.
"You were wrong. Your very existence is a mistake."
Before Fu Qian could answer, she changed her tone and answered herself.
"Impossible! If I'm wrong, then everything is wrong. You're clearly wrong too!"
"Maybe so, but wrong is wrong."
After a muddled exchange, she lowered her head and stared at the die in Fu Qian's hand, letting out a long sigh.
It looked as though Su Gao had regained control.
The next moment, she reached out woodenly, took the die from Fu Qian, and rubbed it in her hand.
"Mr. Fu, I'm lost."
"I still can't remember the