All this time, because of the time difference, I seemed to have overlooked this point.
My dealings with Lady Xixi had begun before I received the invitation, so I'd subconsciously assumed there was no connection between the two.
But looking at things now, this world had probably had more than one predecessor, and there were more than one or two supernatural legacies. With so many supernatural influences, I should have broadened my thinking.
Perhaps she had initially come to me for consultations as a way to vent her pent-up feelings—a small twist of fate between two oddballs.
But later, she'd suddenly treated me as the breakthrough point in this fake world, and had even staked out the neighboring city. That had been after I became something beyond human.
Most importantly, during our initial consulting sessions, Lady Xixi had mentioned that she was supposedly the heir to her family—even though there were, by all rights, other more suitable people.
And that sort of treatment, straight out of a TV drama, along with inheriting a vast fortune without having to lift a finger, had caused her considerable distress.
Leaving aside the workings of her mind, based on what I'd seen at Silver Mist Manor this time, her circumstances were astonishingly similar to those of Liu Shuang.
It wasn't impossible for an inheritance like this to happen, but the odds of it turning up right in front of me seemed far too high. I couldn't help wondering what was behind it.
As the scene shifted, Fu Qian found himself back in his living room.
A few days had passed, but everything was just as it had been.
It was already late at night outside. Starlight filtered through the window and fell all the way to the floor.
He reached out and picked