This...
At the sudden change, Lady Xixi lowered the hand that had been propping up her chin.
Her posture remained elegant, but her back, which had been ramrod straight, was now stiff as a wooden statue.
It hadn't returned to the time before sunrise, and yet it was as if she had gone back to...
Consultant?
A rather unusual case of loving the idea of something but recoiling when faced with the real thing!
Looking at the scene that seemed frozen in place, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
Sometimes, when a suspicion you've held with absolute conviction is finally confirmed after a long ordeal, a wave of self-doubt can strike instead.
And the more complex the emotional upheaval, the more directly it tends to correlate with how much you've suffered while wondering.
Of course, he believed Lady Xixi would pull herself together.
Fu Qian sympathized deeply with what she'd gone through, but he hadn't considered using brute force to brainwash her into rejecting this worldview she shouldn't have had.
As a nonprofessional, he couldn't control the degree of intervention with enough precision. This was delicate work, like carving patterns into an eggshell; one wrong move and he might ruin it.
Especially without understanding how her unusual worldview had formed, leaving her with nothing but a powerful mental imprint might make the clash in her perception drive her completely insane.
What if her life really was The Truman Show?
Better to guide than to block. What he excelled at was always adding fuel to the fire. Sometimes you had to break things before you could rebuild them.
He might as well see what happened when years of suspicion were confirmed all at once.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Broken laughter rang out, and Lady Xixi finally moved.
It was as if all her strength