So, it was better to be a little happier in life.
The dull routine one grew used to might be a hard-won moment of peace, carefully nurtured through countless efforts and even spilled blood.
Fu Qian, who felt he had glimpsed another sliver of the truth about the world, let out a heartfelt sigh about the importance of loving life.
All in all, he had gained a lot from this trip. Not only had he witnessed a fragment of fate, he had also foiled the Native Council's wicked scheme and helped the Rebirth Club sink its claws into the Ji Clan.
Liu Shuang was someone he could still count on. The lingering influence he'd left behind was enough for her to trade for all sorts of things.
And he believed she would do it, if only to protect her mother.
[Today's work is complete. You may now leave the Warehouse. Weekly work progress: 2/4]
As he mused on how wonderful life was, the Warehouse's thoughtful reminder sounded at just the right moment.
Realizing it was already late, Fu Qian readily complied and casually put on his mask.
The Messenger, who had been steeped in the Return Edict all along, took him to the bedroom he'd left from, just as expected.
Professor Lanaia still hadn't returned. She really had worked so hard!
Granted, it was a long night, but more importantly, the nocturnal exertions from earlier had nothing to do with the passage of time here. In theory, it was still the moment he had left.
Even so, Fu Qian, filled with admiration for his hard-working superior, began to enjoy the sleep he was truly owed for the day.
"Did you sleep well last night, Professor Fu?"
As she opened the door and saw Fu Qian sitting at