There had been no obituary. Neither the studio nor the agency had made an announcement.
Had they still not realized Nantian was dead?
That was the only possibility I could think of.
The latest news about Nantian was still the article I had seen before.
I looked at the photo accompanying the article and felt a little wistful.
It was a paparazzi shot. Nantian wore a hat and a mask. I wouldn't have recognized him, but the article said it was him, so it had to be true.
He was coming out of a building alone. I had no idea what he'd been doing there.
As I looked at the photo, my finger pressed down on it without thinking. I wondered if I could save Nantian.
If I possessed Nantian in a dream, I might be able to save him.
Actually, if I had Nantian's body, I could bring him back to life, too.
Wu Ling hadn't mentioned that on the phone.
I remembered that Gu Mo had lost a family member, and Liu Miao's parents had died long ago. Neither of them had asked me to save their loved ones.
They'd wanted to put an end to these problems once and for all.
We'd had different ideas from the very beginning. They firmly believed Ye Qing would succeed and only cared about Ye Qing's grand plan.
Was it the same now?
I wasn't sure.
After all, the past had changed, and Ye Qing had changed a little, too.
I'd gotten distracted. My finger tapped the screen a few times without my thinking, and an option popped up.
"Search by image..." I looked at the option, and an idea struck me.
Maybe I didn't need to ask Chen Xiao Qiu or Nangong Yao. I could search directly for the black-and-white