No wonder they said heaven's secrets must not be revealed. Lord Harbinger's strategy of observing only the surface and refusing to delve too deeply was truly one of great wisdom.
At that moment, Fu Qian instinctively traced the logic behind those words, and in doing so seemed to once again feel the diversity of humanity.
He naturally knew about Mrs. Tracy's chronic illness—at least in theory, he understood it even better than she herself did.
As for the woman's lover, there was even less need to speculate. It was almost certainly the one whose clothes he had stolen.
After all, Mrs. Tracy might have been charming, but there probably were not many places in the sanatorium occupied by a fainted woman.
It sounded like, after speaking with him, Mrs. Tracy had ultimately been unable to bear being alone any longer and had actually gone to visit her lover.
The scene that greeted her was rather special as well. Her lover was not there; instead, there was an additional woman lying there unconscious.
Faced with such a sight, she had not screamed for help, nor had she even awakened the Black House Lady.
Instead, she had lain down directly on the bed beside her and quietly observed this abruptly appeared woman.
Perhaps imagining the relationship between her and her own lover?
Then, amid those unrestrained thoughts, Mrs. Tracy felt certain primal impulses and confirmed that her desires had not yet completely run dry.
In short, it truly had a vibrant sort of perversion to it, as though surging human nature itself had been laid bare.
But that was not actually the key point. The key was that, on one hand, the sentence written by the Harbinger had remained once again, proving that it had earned the Truth Notebook's approval.
Combined with