Editor Zhang had thought he'd discovered a talented artist, but...
Still, how many people with some artistic talent didn't have something wrong with them mentally?
Thinking it over, he regained his composure.
What he needed to figure out now was how severe the man's symptoms were.
If they were really serious, he'd probably have to give up on his original plans to sign the artist and work with him in the future.
The steady drizzle cast a shadow between his brows.
He didn't beat around the bush. He told the man bluntly that A Yu didn't exist.
For a moment, the man thought Editor Zhang was joking with him.
What a stupid joke.
But he wasn't.
Editor Zhang looked serious.
There wasn't the slightest hint that he was joking.
He meant it.
He really meant it...
The corners of the man's mouth suddenly lifted.
He turned to look at A Yu, who had walked over while they'd been delayed.
How could that be?!
"Editor Zhang, A Yu's right here."
The man tilted his umbrella, shielding A Yu from the falling rain as she came to stand beside him.
Editor Zhang smiled too.
To him, the man's actions looked so strange they were almost funny.
Yet the man himself seemed completely unaware.
After a moment's thought, Editor Zhang took out his phone.
Its dark screen could serve as a mirror.
"Look."
"Look at what?"
The man mumbled, confused, and instinctively studied the phone in front of him.
It was a much nicer phone than his.
"In the screen."
Editor Zhang pointed at the dark screen.
"In the screen?"
The man looked even more puzzled. "Isn't it off?"
"What am I supposed to look at?"
He stared at the phone screen and saw his own puzzled face.
And