"If I accidentally offended you just now, I apologize, sir..."
In the end, he couldn't sit still. A few breaths later, Head-Peeking Brother had already dashed out of his studio and hurried over to Fu Qian, quietly admitting his mistake.
"It's all right. You didn't offend me."
This time, he got a response, and the words themselves were very reassuring. Unfortunately—
"Can I go back now?"
His tone was gentle, with no trace of anger. Looking at that face, which somehow became even more suffocating when it smiled, Head-Peeking Brother asked with even greater caution.
"You really don't know what you were saying just now."
The squat tower was already close enough to touch, and its somewhat rusty lock was visible. Hearing this, Fu Qian finally stopped and looked over with a particularly odd expression.
"Fine."
Before Head-Peeking Brother, who seemed about to suffocate under that look, could say anything, Fu Qian nodded and reached into his pocket.
Clink—
A coin like the ones from the breakfast shop flipped into the air, spun, and was caught in his palm.
"Heads or tails?"
With the result enclosed in his hand, Fu Qian posed the same question to the artist who didn't want to leave his studio.
"Th-this... I need to know what happens if I guess right."
Even when Fu Qian had nodded earlier, the pressure in his chest hadn't eased one bit. Now, as he looked at the closed hand and realized what it meant, Head-Peeking Brother's voice had gone exceptionally dry.
Compared to Jane, the waitress, he was still missing a little finesse. He hadn't even confirmed which side counted as heads.
Fu Qian naturally compared his reaction to that of the previous participant.
"Guess right, and you'll have the honor of coming along."
As he mused, Fu Qian