Not bad. Things were progressing quite nicely.
Faced with Red Moon's reaction, Fu Qian felt immensely relieved.
Of course, that hadn't been a simple bit of small talk. The key had been that last line: "My brain isn't working right."
Fu Qian had never forgotten that he was trying to persuade Red Moon to go back.
And when you talked to someone, you had to be mindful of your approach.
Red Moon was clearly a little single-minded at the moment.
They had come all the way here in person. Telling them, "It's fine, off you go," probably wasn't going to work.
The first thing to do was to address the root of the problem—for instance, figure out why they had come in person.
In Fu Qian's view, Rainbow of Yao Bian might have been the direct trigger, but he himself might have had something to do with it, too.
Before, he could still drop by Half-step Moon now and then to talk things over and discuss his recent work troubles.
But ever since his mechanical ascension, he hadn't just become a stranger; he'd stopped going "home" altogether.
And he'd kept causing trouble out in the world, time and again. It was only natural that Red Moon would get worried and come in person.
So what Fu Qian had just done was explain his current predicament as naturally as possible.
My brain isn't working right for now. It's not that I don't want to go back. Half-step Moon will always be my home.
And as everyone knew, once you resolved an attitude problem, the rest was easy.
Red Moon's demeanor visibly softened. Ordinarily, after a few words of admonition, the next step would be to send them home without making it obvious—
But that lovely prospect lasted for only a single