"What's wrong? Is that so strange?"
At that moment, silence reigned behind the door, yet Fu Qian felt her reaction was a bit excessive.
"From the very beginning, you showed astonishing patience. In the end, you even compromised on the taste you were so proud of."
He then laid out his reasoning point by point.
"I can fully understand what kind of sacrifice that was. So in my view, there had to be a reward to match it—you were waiting for that unseen observer, weren't you?"
Having swiftly completed his proof, Fu Qian looked at Tracy's stiff expression and brought up the concern she had revealed.
"From refusing to stay here, to facing things alone without turning on the lights, it looks like you're gradually surpassing yourself.
"Since that's the case, surely you wouldn't mind going one step further and letting this matter have one more witness? After all, according to your intuition, someone is definitely coming. I shouldn't have scared them off."
Yes, the guessing game had never been just about guessing.
Even though Fu Qian had already confirmed the address of Tracy's male companion, he had not rushed to leave. Instead, he had gone from her clothes to the hairclip woman, all to test the limits of Tracy's tolerance.
The facts proved that it was far more than good manners. She had practically retreated step by step, constantly making concessions.
At that point, there was also a reasonable explanation for why Tracy had neither turned on the lights nor answered the door.
She had something far too important to do, so important that she instinctively did not want any interruptions.
As for why Fu Qian still insisted on disturbing her despite understanding all that?
The reason was simple. It stemmed from a faint sense that something was off—wasn't