True experts only needed to get to the heart of the matter.
The bedroom had been filled with confusion and uncertainty, but Fu Qian's words cleared the air—and instantly turned the mood terrifying.
The three members of the Wenlos family were all perfectly intelligent. It didn't take them long to understand why he had juxtaposed "stay still" with "close your eyes."
"Doctor, are you saying there isn't actually anything wrong with her vision?"
Though Mrs. Wenlos was asking Fu Qian, by the time she finished speaking, she was looking at her daughter.
Jian hadn't actually been feeling unwell at the time. A voice had told her to close her eyes.
The more one thought about that explanation, the more horrifying it became. Mrs. Wenlos clearly didn't want to accept it.
But after everything that had happened, once the seed of that thought had taken root, it was hard to keep it from growing.
"...I can't really remember."
It seemed the person in question felt the same way.
At her mother's question, Jian's gaze grew unfocused, and she seemed to sink into memories of the past.
"An itch, pain, soreness, numbness, dizziness... When your vision went black, can you remember any discomfort that came with it?"
Seeing how hard Jian was struggling to remember, Fu Qian's Clear Dream glimmered in his hand, giving her a little help.
"Nothing..."
Youth truly held endless possibilities. With only a little help, Jian immediately managed to push past her limits.
"Then what was there?"
Fu Qian continued his examination with a smile.
"There was nothing... Even before I closed my eyes, I think I could still see every detail in that painting..."
Jian's voice grew lower and lower, until she was practically talking to herself.
Her voice had dropped to that of a child under