See? I told you everything could be negotiated.
One inside, one outside, light spilled down from overhead.
In the attending physician's office, Fu Qian looked at Selvis seated across from him, thoroughly pleased with how things had developed.
Perhaps the desk was too large and heavy, making it difficult to flip over.
After extending his sincere invitation, Lord Selvis had proven highly cooperative.
Without needing much prompting, he had even brought up the name Lasik himself.
Naturally, he had not done so for the sake of idle conversation. It was clearly a gesture of goodwill.
In his earlier exchanges with the others, Fu Qian had repeatedly shown that he was looking for someone.
And after learning Lasik's name from Old Man Mo Song, he had directly told the Black House Lady that he had gone through hardships together with the person in question.
Under those circumstances, it was perfectly natural for Selvis, wanting to figure out what Fu Qian was after, to steer the conversation toward Lasik.
"Not surprising. I don't know the details, but from what I understand, her experiences have always made people feel rather sorry for her."
Fu Qian did not hold anything back, immediately sighing over Lasik's misfortunes.
"...It sounds like your relationship with her is quite unusual?"
The logic behind that was so bizarrely apparent that even Selvis could not help asking another question.
"I suppose so. Actually, I've always wondered what exactly my relationship with her is."
Fu Qian, however, remained utterly oblivious. He looked as though memories of the past had spread before his eyes, without sensing anything wrong with the cause and effect involved.
"So you came here this time to find her? To be honest, it's been quite a while—about a year already."
After repeatedly enduring the torment of Fu Qian's