A Sign of Good Fortune

In the virtual photo, a particularly grand scene had been captured.

Everything around him served the young man at the center, dressed in a luxurious black coat—the version of himself who had gone to the Arctic, his mind consumed by the obsession of what he had to do.

Under Tokyo's night sky, Fang Ran froze for a moment when he saw Yota take it out at the edge of the building.

Then, as though he had seen something unexpected, he sighed with helpless amusement.

"Where did you find this?"

Wait, was I being secretly photographed?

Seeing that he did not seem all that surprised, Yota curled up a little tighter around his knees.

"When you disappeared last time, Sister Ye Sheng asked me to use my ability to find you. Then I found this photo of you on the social media account of a photography enthusiast in Oslo."

As he said this, he glanced at Fang Ran before quickly looking away and adding quietly,

"But everyone at the Bureau already knew you were in Northern Europe then, so I didn't tell them."

"I see."

Fang Ran smiled faintly, then sat down at the rooftop's edge as well. His eyes rested on Tokyo, this bustling metropolis that had once seemed so distant from his former self, yet which he had now reached with ease, and he fell slightly into a daze.

At the edge of the building, the two of them sat on the dim rooftop, watching the vibrant city below. Even the night itself seemed to have grown tranquil.

Hearing how unconcerned he sounded, Yota looked at him in surprise. For a moment, all the information he had uncovered about the Financial Empire, along with his curiosity about why the person in the photo was so completely different from Fang