March 7th listened to Fu Xuan's analysis and thought it made sense.
"Well, in that case, let's keep going."
Fu Xuan looked at the heater that had appeared earlier and said gravely:
"As I said before, this is the foreign object in the medical market. It can take you back to another experience."
"Give it a few taps and see if we can jump into that memory."
"Oh, okay."
March 7th walked up to the heater, then suddenly hesitated.
"Um... Diviner Fu, if I touch it, I won't burn my hand, will I?"
"That thing's glowing red-hot. If I put my hand on it, I'm afraid my delicate skin will turn golden and crispy..."
Fu Xuan shook her head gently.
"You'll be fine. This is a memory space, after all. If it didn't burn you in reality, it naturally won't burn you here."
March 7th muttered:
"Well, Jing Yuan never beat me up like that in reality, either..."
"Enough talk. Touch it!"
Fu Xuan grabbed March 7th's hand and pressed it hard against the heater.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull my hand—hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!!"
The scene around them shifted.
When March 7th could see again, she was already at the Goethe Hotel.
"Oh my gosh, that burned!"
March 7th blew on her hand and protested fiercely to Fu Xuan:
"I thought you said it wouldn't burn me?!"
Fu Xuan looked unruffled.
"I said you wouldn't get a burn. I never said it wouldn't feel hot."
"As long as you understand the concept of heat, your memory will fill in the sensation on its own."
Looking at the hotel walls around them, Fu Xuan asked in puzzlement:
"So this is Belobog? It isn't cold here at all."
"Huh...?"
March 7th hugged her arms and gave Fu Xuan a