Was she really a nurse?
The woman who had just woken up was still bleary-eyed. She'd clearly not gotten much rest the day before, and her gaze was vacant as she looked over.
Meeting that gaze, Fu Qian calmly examined her from head to toe.
Red lips, green eyes, and no older than thirty.
Her slightly curled hair was a dazzling golden blond, though it had probably been dyed.
Her appearance fit the voice he'd just heard. The person keeping watch beside him this time was clearly a young woman, and quite a pretty one at that.
It was easy to see why he'd first guessed she was a nurse: she wore a classic nurse's cap, and she'd even slept without taking it off. She was dressed in a white uniform, too.
Everything was different, yet everything seemed the same. It was like someone had just swapped out the textures.
If his experience in Full Moon Garden had been some kind of cult-horror version, then this place had definitely been reset to sunshine.
Or even springtime.
There was a reason he'd reconsidered his initial guess that she was a nurse—
The hat was one thing, but a closer look revealed that her uniform seemed rather unorthodox.
She was tall and slender, and although her waist was already slim, the clothes clung tightly to her, emphasizing her figure.
Ill-fitting uniforms were common enough, but no matter how you spun it, this much exposure was definitely against regulations.
The considerable amount of thigh left bare was enough to prove that she wasn't wearing the clothes as a legitimate professional. Cosplay was far more likely.
He had to admit, that made things even more bizarre.
Ah—
As Fu Qian examined her, she seemed to start waking up, too. Almost unconsciously, she followed his