Bitter Fruit (Twenty-Nine)
There was no reason to waste the medical resources he had fought so hard to secure.
Fu Qian knew perfectly well that the moment the dream began, Dorian would be anxiously watching his every reaction, ready to deal with things if they came to blows.
He knew Fu Qian was up to no good, but not what kind of no good.
Dorian was clearly quite curious about why Fu Qian had come, but when they were both pretending not to know what was going on, some reactions were hard to predict.
Especially since Fu Qian was obviously acting as if he knew something about the dolls. It was only natural for Dorian to be a little nervous.
But whatever his motives, the ideal outcome for Dorian was still to drag Fu Qian onto his home turf: the dream.
So how could Fu Qian disappoint him?
Though it was hard to be optimistic that he could repeat his previous successful escape from the dream.
"Did you come to see me, stranger?"
The sensation of his consciousness sinking in swept over him like a tide. The doll's eyes had barely grown blurry when a familiar voice rang out.
Fu Qian looked toward the voice and, unsurprisingly, saw a familiar stone chamber.
The lamplight, the incense, the black veil covering her face—there was no doubt that the figure seated in the dim light was Xilaliya, exiled beneath the church.
She was even wearing an outfit designed by Dorian.
Fu Qian still had one last step to descend, as if he had just come down from the church above.
In this situation, the kind saint Xilaliya had warmly beckoned him over.
"Xilaliya?"
Despite his high rank, Dorian's Healing Dreamscape seemed to have only one setting.
As he looked the woman over,