Since they were merely a loosely gathered group of people, the monastery had no strict rules for who could enter or leave.
Fu Qian had found his room again without much effort. Only a few minutes had passed.
Loretta's room was nearby, just next door, but Fu Qian didn't hurry over.
He had immediately noticed that the door to his room was wide open, and someone was already sitting inside, waiting for him.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian stepped inside.
"Mr. Fu, you look much better."
Nivalis's tall frame loomed like a wall in the darkness, but his eyes were exceptionally bright as he spoke to Fu Qian in an even tone.
"Mostly, I have Loretta to thank for that."
Fu Qian showed no surprise at the sight of him in his room.
"Of course, I should thank you as well, Mr. Nivalis, for taking me in."
"Speaking of which, you look much better too."
"Did you know me before?"
Fu Qian's words piqued Nivalis's interest.
"Looks like we had the same attending physician."
Fu Qian pointed to his head.
"Of course, don't doubt Dr. Kelly's professional integrity."
"I just happened to look through some medical records."
"You don't seem to show any signs of mania anymore. Congratulations."
Hmm?
Nivalis looked at Fu Qian. After a moment's silence, he shook his head.
"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Fu."
"I did seek Dr. Kelly's help, but it had nothing to do with mania. It was for anxiety."
"Of course, even my anxiety is much better now."
"Is that so?"
Fu Qian froze for a moment, then slapped his forehead in annoyance.
"Looks like my condition hasn't improved much after all. I still can't tell fantasy from reality."
"Tell fantasy from reality? I have some thoughts on that. Would