I wanted to ask Ye Qing what was going on.
Come to think of it, he came with me into every dream—or, if he didn't, he at least knew what I was doing. He also bore the side effects of my ability. Ye Qing should understand my ability better than I did.
But after the "earthquake," that building had been sealed off. There were fewer residents in Workers and Peasants Sixth Village, but more and more people from departments like the Housing Bureau and the Disaster Relief Office. The houses here needed to be demolished, so there didn't seem to be any need to renovate them, but the inspections and compensation still had to be carried out. As time went on, the crowd didn't thin out. It grew, mainly because reporters could now enter Workers and Peasants Sixth Village to conduct on-site interviews, and the residents were busy moving, coming and going.
One thing after another kept happening. My work in Workers and Peasants Sixth Village grew busier, leaving me even fewer chances to sneak into Building Six and look for Ye Qing.
I called Wu Ling. She wasn't an ability user and didn't know much about my situation. Nangong Yao would need to see me in person before he could determine a few things.
After work that evening, I called my parents, then went to the hotel by myself.
Wu Ling and the others had one more person with them now, so they'd switched to a hotel suite.
Liu Miao opened the door. The moment he saw me, he greeted me with a warm smile.
I was a little overwhelmed by the welcome.
Gu Mo had never been particularly friendly to me, and Nangong Yao and Wu Ling were both rather distant and polite. As for Ye Qing, he