Plan

That blue rose appeared out of thin air, as if by magic.

There was no shifting light or shadow, no ripples of energy, not even the faintest breeze.

It condensed from the concept of nothingness into a tangible entity in an instant.

Its deep blue hue resembled the night sky, with cold dew still clinging to its petals.

Dr. Chen's body went rigid, as though someone had pressed a pause button.

The expression on his face was a complicated mixture of utter shock, fear, and an indescribable ecstasy.

He instinctively took half a step back, his lower back striking the armrest of the old fabric sofa with a dull thud.

Ding Yi reacted completely differently.

Rather than retreating, he leaned forward. The face that usually wore a cynical expression now revealed an equally complicated look.

He stared fixedly at the rose, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He wanted to say something, but the words simply would not come out.

Matter in a quantum state could, under specific interference, be "fixed," collapsing from a cloud of probabilities into a definite existence that could be observed and touched.

In other words, Lin Yun might really be able to return.

"Th—this is—how—"

After what felt like a century, Dr. Chen finally found his voice.

"You should—sometimes be able to see it too, right? Or smell its fragrance, in some unguarded moment."

As Zhang Qi spoke, he handed over the blue rose in his hand.

Taking the rose and inhaling that familiar yet unfamiliar scent, Dr. Chen nodded instinctively.

He really had smelled this scent before—

"That means it has always been there.

Its state of existence itself is part of its quantum superposition, an option whose probability is not zero."

Zhang Qi's tone was as calm as if he were stating