"Hmph. In all of Lin City, no one I, Fu Qian, set my sights on has ever escaped my grasp."
A series of cold laughs echoed through the dim room.
Lounging on the living room sofa, Fu Qian exuded an air of disdain for the world. In his hands rested a bronze-colored Human-faced Helmet.
The design paired with those lines was undeniably peak chūnibyō.
It wasn't that he'd left the lights off on purpose to set the mood. The main reason was that the curtains in the living room didn't block much light.
If the light caught the shape of a head in his hands and someone happened to spot it, it might scare the bejeezus out of the old men and women who were still awake at this hour.
In any case, after establishing himself among his friends as someone who'd learned medicine through long illness, as well as a dedicated psychological counselor, Fu Qian said goodbye to the young people, who were still reeling with emotion. He also politely declined their offer to escort him and headed home alone.
The reason for declining was simple.
"My patient came here alone, too."
After he pointed at Lady Xixi and said that, no one insisted.
It was an indisputable fact. Besides, although Fu's mind did jump around a bit, Lady Xixi didn't seem all that normal either.
After carrying the box all the way home, Fu Qian confirmed there was nothing particularly dangerous about it and decided to deal with it right there.
No wonder so many people said that art was abstract.
As a top-tier art connoisseur, Fu Qian held the Bronze Lady in his hands and, maintaining a solemn air, looked past the surface to appreciate the artwork's inner merits from every angle.
In the end, he concluded