Ark Simulator, Don't I Have No Physical Body? Chapter 505

She even nodded almost imperceptibly, as if Su Rui's "confession" merely confirmed a preconceived notion in her heart.

Su Rui: "..." Looking at Jian's "know-it-all" and "as expected" appearance, the slight "sense of victory" he felt from the "provocation" vanished instantly, replaced by a much stronger sense of powerlessness from being completely "seen through" and "controlled," and... a faint unease.

This woman... how much does she actually know? What is she trying to do?

Jian didn't speak again, but simply looked at Su Rui with his golden eyes, which had regained their calm but seemed even deeper, as if he were re-evaluating an interesting "item" whose value had changed due to some "new information".

Su Rui felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze, and his unease grew stronger. He didn't want to stay there any longer, engaging in this bizarre and pointless "staring contest" and "psychological warfare" with this crazy woman. He just wanted to leave immediately!

"Have you seen enough?" Su Rui's voice sounded somewhat stiff due to his suppressed frustration and unease. He stopped looking at the mace, turned around, and tried to walk past her to find Ensia Silverash. He would rather face the potential warning runes and trouble than spend another second with this woman!

However, just as he turned around, lifted his foot, and prepared to take a step—

A strong, calloused hand suddenly gripped his wrist like an iron clamp!

It's a mace!

Alarm bells rang in Su Rui's mind! He instinctively tried to break free, but the strength of the mace was astonishing! Moreover, her movements were as fast as lightning. While grabbing Su Rui's wrist, her other hand, like a serpent, reached out and, with precise and irresistible force, wrapped around Su Rui's waist, pulling him abruptly... towards herself!

"You...!" Su Rui's exclamation was choked in her throat.

Because, the instant he pulled her towards him, Jian had already lowered her head. Under the gaze of Su Rui's dark eyes, which widened in shock and filled with disbelief, Jian, with her somewhat dry yet exceptionally soft lips, carrying her unique scent, precisely and with an almost predatory force and... a hint of indescribable "demand for payment," fiercely kissed Su Rui's pale lips, which were slightly parted in surprise!

"!!!"

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Su Rui's mind Blank. All the struggle, all the anger, all the thoughts were instantly wiped out by this sudden, aggressive, and possessive kiss! He could only feel the warm, soft touch on her lips, and the domineering, undeniable invasion that carried her unique scent. Her kiss was unlike Enya's shy tenderness, or Yela's cold holiness; it was wild, primal, almost a "marking" and "declaration," rough, direct, and with a force that seemed to suck Su Rui's soul away.

Su Rui's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning! His eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply from extreme shock and... an indescribable, chaotic mix of anger, shame, and... a strange, throbbing sensation! His cheeks, ears, and even the skin all over his body instantly turned bright red, burning hot! He could clearly feel his heart pounding wildly and erratically in his chest, as if it were about to burst through his ribs!

That damned woman! She... she kissed him again?! This time... on his lips?! How dare she?!

In the few seconds that Su Rui was so shocked and confused that she forgot to resist, or rather, her body was temporarily unable to resist due to the excessive impact, Jian had already completed this brief but exceptionally profound kiss.

She released Su Rui's lips, creating a slight distance between them, but the hands around Su Rui waist and gripping his wrists remained firmly in place. She looked down at Su Rui, who was completely petrified, his eyes vacant, his cheeks flushed, his lips even redder and fuller from the kiss, even slightly swollen, filled with astonishment and bewilderment. In his molten gold eyes, a barely perceptible glint of satisfaction and triumph seemed to flash.

Then, in a voice still slightly hoarse but seemingly deepened and magnetic by the kiss, she whispered in Su Rui's ear, in a breathy tone only the two of them could hear:

"Since she and you... are so close..."

She paused, her hot breath brushing against Su Rui's sensitive earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"Then I want... a little 'interest' too."

Interest? What interest?! Su Rui's brain was still in a state of malfunction, completely unable to comprehend Jian's nonsensical yet "robber logic" words. He could only stand stiffly, like a broken puppet, letting Jian hold him, his golden eyes meeting a blank and chaotic blackness.

Jian didn't seem to expect Su Rui's understanding. After saying that, she released her arms from Su Rui's waist and also let go of his wrist. But her gaze remained fixed on Su Rui, as if admiring the vivid "traces" left by her "masterpiece".

Su Rui finally regained a sliver of his senses from the immense shock. He staggered back a step, stepping out of Jian's embrace, and raised his hand to vigorously and repeatedly wipe his lips, as if trying to wipe away some terrible virus. But his cheeks were still burning, and his heart was still pounding wildly. He looked at Jian, his eyes filled with immense absurdity, anger, and... a trace of something he himself hadn't even noticed—a strange, bewildered feeling after being "forcedly kissed"... and a... tremor?

Volume 18, Chapter 1207: Some people are already getting impatient.

"You... you... madman!" Su Rui's voice was broken and fragmented due to trembling and confusion. He wanted to curse more viciously, but all the vicious words seemed pale and powerless in the face of immense shame and chaos.

Seeing Su Rui's expression of utter shame and indignation, yet utterly helpless, Jian's lips curled into a subtle, almost pleasurable smile. She neither refuted nor explained, but simply turned around and began to walk again.

"Let's go." Her voice returned to its previous calm, as if she weren't the one who had just forcibly kissed Su Rui. "Ensia Silverash... must be getting impatient."

Su Rui stood there, his chest heaving slightly from the intense emotions surging within him. He watched Jian's nonchalant figure as he walked away, seemingly just going for a stroll, and felt a profound sense of powerlessness and... an unprecedented, complex chaos within him.

What kind of monster did he... provoke?!

Finally, Su Rui gritted his teeth and followed her again. This time, he deliberately lagged further behind, his eyes wary, as if guarding against a thief, staring intently at Jian's back, as if on guard against her "going crazy" again at any moment.

However, Jian seemed to have no intention of "going crazy" again. She simply led Su Rui calmly, like the most dutiful guide, through the last corridor, to the door of a greenhouse that Su Rui had not been to before. It was more secluded, but also covered by a huge glass dome, and slightly smaller in size.

Fine water droplets condensed on the greenhouse glass, through which one could vaguely see various green plants that remained vibrant even in the dead of winter, and... a familiar, pale yellow figure bending over to tend to something.

It's Ensia Silverash.

Jian stopped at the entrance of the greenhouse, turned to the side, and pointed with his chin towards Su Rui, who was a few steps behind and still looked wary and awkward. His tone was flat:

She's inside.

Su Rui glanced at Ensia Silverash in the greenhouse, then at Jian standing at the door like a guardian deity. The sense of relief she felt from the impending completion of her mission was replaced by a heavier feeling, as if she were being "monitored" and "manipulated."

But he had no choice. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the mace, and then strode towards the greenhouse door. Before pushing open the heavy, brass-inlaid glass door, he paused, didn't turn around, but instead, in a barely perceptible, forcedly calm, awkward tone, quickly said to the mace behind him:

"... Thank you for showing me the way."

Having said that, he rushed out of the door as if chased by a ghost, slipped into the greenhouse, and then slammed the door shut from the inside. It was as if he wanted to completely shut out the blonde goat and all the chaos, shame, and unease she had brought.

Jian stood outside the door, watching the tightly closed glass door and the somewhat flustered back of the silver-haired boy who was quickly walking towards Ensia Silverash. The almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth finally widened into a clear smile, filled with a strange sense of satisfaction and... a hint of profound meaning.

"Interest..." she murmured to herself, raising her hand and gently brushing her fingertips across her lips, as if she could still feel the soft, warm touch and the cool, alluring scent.

"It seems... not bad."

The heavy glass door shut out the unsettling, aggressive aura and the icy wind and snow emanating from the blonde woman behind her. The moment she stepped into the greenhouse, a warm, moist air, a blend of earthy fragrance and the fresh scents of various plants, instantly enveloped Su Rui (Snow Leopard version). In stark contrast to the Zima outside, this place felt like a vibrant, green microcosm, independent of the rest of the world.

The enormous glass dome kept out the cold wind and frost, yet generously let in the thin but precious afternoon sunlight of winter, making the entire greenhouse bright and warm. Various plants, whose names Su Rui didn't know, were displayed and hung on the staggered wooden shelves and flower stands. Some bloomed with brightly colored flowers, extremely rare even in Kjerag; others unfurled thick, glossy leaves; and many more were tender green seedlings, just breaking through the soil, thriving under the carefully controlled temperature and humidity.

Almost instantly, Su Rui's gaze was drawn to a familiar figure deep inside the greenhouse, who was bending over tending to a pot of pale purple flowers with her back to the door.

Today, Ensia Silverash wore a warm, fluffy, pale yellow loungewear dress, over which she wore a light brown gardening apron, slightly soiled. Her long, golden hair was tied back with a simple, matching headband, swaying gently with her movements. In the soft light streaming through the glass, her profile appeared focused and serene, her pink lips slightly pursed, as if she were whispering secrets to the flowers and plants before her.

Su Rui stood in the doorway, taking several deep breaths of the warm, vibrant air, trying to calm his still somewhat erratic heartbeat and the lingering heat on his cheeks from the sudden, predatory kiss. He subconsciously raised his hand, touching his lips with his fingertips; the warm, soft touch seemed to still be there, carrying the unique, wild scent of that blond goat, a blend of sunshine and leather.

"Damn it..." Su Rui cursed under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to shake the annoying sensation and memory out of his mind. He refocused his attention on the task at hand— Ensia Silverash, and the stack of postcards in his arms.

He took a step, trying to move as quietly as possible, walking towards Ensia Silverash on the path paved with small pebbles. The soles of his shoes made a soft rustling sound as they rubbed against the pebbles.

Ensia Silverash, who was focused on her work, seemed to hear a noise behind her. She stopped what she was doing and turned around cautiously with some confusion. When her gaze fell on the familiar figure walking towards her, her clear blue eyes, as bright as a clear sky, instantly lit up!

"Su Rui!" Ensia Silverash exclaimed in surprise, her voice clear and melodious like a silver bell. She immediately put down her small gardening shovel, not even bothering to take off her mud-covered gloves, and turned around, flying towards Su Rui like a joyful little bird. A bright, untroubled smile bloomed on her face, filled with pure joy.

"It really is you! You've come to see me again!" Ensia Silverash ran up to Su Rui, tilting her little face up. Her beautiful blue eyes, like a lake reflecting the clear sky, were filled with undisguised joy and dependence. Her gaze quickly swept over Su Rui, as if to check if he was injured or affected by the wind and snow.

Volume 18, Chapter 1208: Su Rui

Looking at Su Rui 'Ensia Silverash pure and bright smile, the confusion, shame, and unease he felt because of the mace seemed to dissipate considerably in her warm smile. His tense facial features softened unconsciously, and he nodded gently to Ensia Silverash.

"Hmm, here we go again." Su Rui's voice softened unconsciously. When looking at Ensia Silverash, he always unconsciously used a gentler tone. Perhaps it was because she was Enya's sister, or perhaps it was because of her pure and beautiful temperament, like a greenhouse flower, that made people reluctant to treat her with any coldness or sharpness.

"Great! I thought it would be a long time before I saw you again!" Ensia Silverash clapped her hands happily, then seemed to remember something, quickly took off her muddy gloves and casually placed them on the wooden shelf next to her. She took Su Rui's hand (Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but quickly relaxed and let her hold his hand), and led him to a small round table in the center of the greenhouse, covered with a clean checkered tablecloth and decorated with several pots of cute succulents.

"Su Rui, please sit down! Did... Sister send you here?" Ensia Silverash asked impatiently as she gestured for Su Rui to sit down. Her gaze fell on Su Rui's face, filled with anticipation and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

Su Rui nodded and sat down on the small rattan chair opposite Ensia Silverash. The temperature in the greenhouse was very comfortable, but he still subconsciously put his hands into the special pocket in his pocket, his fingertips touching the stack of postcards tied with ribbons, which carried Enya's warmth and expectations.

"Yes, she sent me." Su Rui said, carefully taking out a stack of white postcards with delicate snowflake patterns on the edges from his pocket. His movements were very gentle, as if he were handling a fragile treasure. He handed the postcards to Ensia Silverash with both hands.

"This is... Enya asked me to give it to you." Su Rui's voice softened unconsciously as she looked at Ensia Silverash's wide blue eyes, filled with disbelief, surprise, and longing, and added, "She said... she wrote something for you on it."

The moment Su Rui took out the postcards, Ensia Silverash's eyes seemed to light up with the most brilliant stars! She held her breath and carefully, as if handling a rare treasure, reached out her slightly trembling hand to take the stack of postcards. When her fingertips touched the smooth paper and the cool ribbon, her eyes instantly reddened.

"Sister... sister gave these to me..." Ensia Silverash's voice was choked with emotion. She lowered her head and hugged the stack of postcards tightly to her chest, as if they were the most precious treasure in the world that she had found again. Her shoulders trembled slightly with excitement and joy.

Su Rui sat quietly opposite her, not disturbing her. He knew the chasm and helplessness that lay between the sisters because of their families, their beliefs, and SilverAsh. Enya, seemingly high above on the Holy Mountain, was actually powerless, her longing for her sister buried deep in her heart. Ensia Silverash, confined to the manor, though well-fed and clothed, was like a caged canary, her concern for her sister reduced to a sheltered vigil. This thin stack of postcards carried a longing heavier than mountains, a pure sisterly affection that transcended status and distance.

After a long while, Ensia Silverash took a deep breath, raised her hand, and hastily wiped her eyes with her sleeve, trying to calm her agitated emotions. She didn't immediately open the postcards to read them, but carefully placed them on her lap, raised her head, and looked eagerly at Su Rui with her bright blue eyes that were still glistening with tears.

"Su Rui, is Sister... doing well on the Holy Mountain?" Ensia Silverash's voice carried a hint of cautious inquiry and undisguised worry. "Is it... very cold there? Is she lonely? Have the people from Manjushri Monastery... bullied her? Has she... did she mention me? Does she... do she seem happy?"

A barrage of questions came out of Ensia Silverash's mouth like a machine gun. Her hands unconsciously gripped the postcard on her knees tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Her gaze was fixed on Su Rui's face, as if trying to read her sister's true situation from every subtle expression.

Looking at Ensia Silverash's anxious and worried expression, Su Rui felt a surge of tender bittersweetness. He recalled Enya in the temple; although she occasionally had minor worries due to her duties as a saintess and her "competition" with Yela, most of the time, her eyes held a gentle, contented tenderness. Especially when she spoke of Ensia Silverash, the almost overflowing longing and concern she conveyed...

"She's doing well." Su Rui's voice carried a reassuring certainty. He looked into Ensia Silverash's eyes and spoke earnestly, word by word, as if making a solemn promise, "The Holy Mountain is cold, but the temple is warm. No one bullies her. She... often mentions you. She cares about you."

He paused, recalling how Enya would hum songs while tending to the flowers and plants in the temple, how her eyes crinkled with joy as she watched him cook, and... after last night's "madness," how she looked, shy and tired yet with a sweet and satisfied expression in her eyes... Su Rui's ears burned almost imperceptibly again, but he forced himself to ignore the awkwardness and continued:

"She seems... quite happy. She's doing things she enjoys in the temple. She... also asked me to tell you that she's doing well on the Holy Mountain, so you don't need to worry."

Su Rui tried to use plain language, devoid of excessive personal emotion, to describe Enya's condition. But the natural certainty in his words, as if he had witnessed it firsthand, and the gentle light that unconsciously shone in his eyes when he mentioned Enya, a light he himself was unaware of, filled his words with a convincing power.

Ensia Silverash listened intently, not missing a single word. When she heard Su Rui say that her sister was "doing well," "happy," and "often mentions her," the worry in her eyes melted away like ice and snow, replaced by an increasingly bright and reassuring light. Especially when she heard Su Rui say that Enya was "doing well on the Holy Mountain," the corners of her mouth finally couldn't help but turn upwards, revealing a radiant and relieved smile, like sunlight piercing through the clouds.

"That's good... that's good..." Ensia Silverash murmured to herself, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. She lowered her head again, gently stroking the postcard on her lap, her eyes filled with tears of happiness and contentment. "My sister... she's on the Holy Mountain, with Su Rui by her side, she must be... very happy."

Does Volume 18, page 1209 mention the older brother? No.

Ensia Silverash's words were spoken so naturally, as if they were just a casual remark. But to Su Rui, they made his heart skip a beat again. She was happy because he was with her...? Did Ensia Silverash... really think that? Did she... know about him and Enya...?

Su Rui's ears started to burn uncontrollably again. He quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in a plant with thick, succulent leaves and a peculiar shape next to him.

Ensia Silverash seemed oblivious to Su Rui's momentary change in expression. She was immersed in the joy of her "reunion" with her sister (even if indirect), clutching the postcard, her face radiant with pure happiness. But soon, her smile dimmed slightly. She looked up at Su Rui, a hint of hesitation, and... a cautious inquiry, flashing in her clear blue eyes.

"Then..." Ensia Silverash's voice was lower than before, with a hint of barely perceptible tension, "Did... her sister... mention... her brother?"

She asked slowly and softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. Her gaze was fixed on Su Rui, full of expectation, yet also carrying a hint of deep sadness, as if she had already anticipated the answer.

Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly when he heard the word "brother." His hands, which were resting on his knees, curled up slightly involuntarily.

SilverAsh.

That SilverAsh Family head, as deep, cold, and unfathomable as a lone wolf in the snowy mountains. That man who "offered" Enya to the Holy Mountain, yet seemed to be plotting something in secret. That "Enya" whose presence, even when mentioned, would unconsciously reveal a sense of estrangement, wariness, and even... a hidden, unwillingly acknowledged sadness in Enya's eyes.

In Su Rui's mind, the instantaneous chill in Enya's eyes and the undisguised aloofness in her tone when SilverAsh was mentioned flashed through his mind. He recalled the complex emotions Enya occasionally revealed about "home" when she was aroused last night, and the part about SilverAsh was mostly silence and... a trace of unspeakable resentment.

How should he answer? Should he tell Ensia Silverash the truth: her sister doesn't seem to like their brother much, and might even... harbor resentment?

Su Rui fell silent. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but realized that any comments about SilverAsh that might be subjective were inappropriate to say in front of Ensia Silverash. He didn't want to spoil Ensia Silverash's happiness at the moment because of her sister's news, nor did he want to add any unnecessary barriers or burdens between the sisters.

In the end, Su Rui simply avoided Ensia Silverash's expectant and nervous gaze, lowered her eyes slightly, and responded in a low, indistinct voice:

"... Um."

He neither said "had mentioned it" nor "hadn't mentioned it." His only response was a vague, noncommittal "hmm." But the barely concealed hesitation and evasiveness in his tone, and the fleeting, complex expression on his face, said it all.

The light in Ensia Silverash's eyes dimmed little by little, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind, following Su Rui's silence and that mumbled "hmm." The smile on her face seemed to freeze, slowly solidifying into a bittersweet and knowing arc.

She knew it all along, didn't she? Her sister had always been distant from her brother. Ever since long ago, ever since her brother made that decision... the topic of her brother between the sisters had become a cautious affair, filled with unspeakable silence and avoidance.

Ensia Silverash lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like wounded butterfly wings, casting a small shadow on her fair cheeks. She remained silent for a long time, so long that Su Rui almost thought she was about to cry.

But in the end, Ensia Silverash simply raised her head again, looked at Su Rui, and forced a somewhat strained but still gentle smile. Her voice was soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, and a premature, heartbreaking maturity:

"...I understand," she whispered, as if speaking to herself, and also as if speaking to Su Rui, "It's...only natural that my sister...doesn't like my brother."

Her tone was heartbreakingly calm. There were no complaints, no questions, only a deep, helpless acceptance, as if she had already accepted the facts.

Looking at Ensia Silverash's forced smile, Su Rui felt a surge of complex emotions. He wanted to say something to comfort her, to suggest that SilverAsh might have his own difficulties, that things might not be so bad... but the words caught in his throat. He realized that his understanding of SilverAsh was limited to their brief, tentative, and manipulative encounters, and the vague fragments Enya and Yela occasionally mentioned. He had no grounds, no basis, to judge the complex grudges and entanglements of the SilverAsh Family.

In the end, Su Rui simply reached out and gently, in a comforting gesture, patted the back of Ensia Silverash, which was resting on her knee and whose knuckles were white from the force of her touch.

"...Don't overthink it." Su Rui's voice carried a hint of clumsy tenderness that she herself didn't realize. "At least... Enya cares about you. That's enough, isn't it?"

Ensia Silverash's hand trembled slightly at Su Rui's touch. She looked up at Su Rui's dark eyes, which, though still cool, held genuine concern, and her eyes reddened again. But this time, she didn't let the tears fall. She nodded vigorously, clutching the stack of postcards even tighter to her chest, as if they were her only comfort and source of strength at that moment.

"Mmm!" Ensia Silverash's voice, thick with a nasal tone, was unusually firm. "I know! Sister cares about me, that's enough! Su Rui, thank you... thank you for coming to see me, thank you for telling me all this, and thank you... for bringing me the message for sister."

Her smile, though still tinged with bitterness, held a greater degree of genuine warmth and gratitude than before.

Su Rui at her, the gloom that had been weighing on his heart because of SilverAsh seemed to be dispelled somewhat by her warm smile. He nodded and said nothing more.

The greenhouse fell silent once more. Only the faint sounds of the plants breathing and the distant, indistinct noises of the estate's operations could be heard. Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, casting long, long shadows on the two silent figures.

Inside the greenhouse, time seemed to stand still, frozen by the warm, humid air and the quietly growing greenery. Su Rui (Snow Leopard version) looked at Ensia Silverash sitting opposite her, at the forced smile on her face that couldn't hide the bitterness and disappointment, at her small body tightly hugged to her chest as if absorbing the lingering warmth of her sister from the stack of postcards. The sense of relief that had risen in her heart from successfully delivering the letters had long been replaced by a heavy emotion called "heartache."

Volume 18, Chapter 1210: Missing My Sister

Su Rui wasn't very good at handling such complex and delicate emotional entanglements. In those vague battle memories of the "past," there seemed to be only missions, goals, survival, and killing. Comforting someone, especially a pure, sheltered girl wounded by family issues, was completely beyond his experience.

But looking at Ensia Silverash's blue eyes, which were once as clear as a sunny sky but were now veiled with a layer of dim mist, and at her slightly trembling, silvery-white eyelashes like butterfly wings wet with rain, Su Rui felt that she should say something, do something. At least, she couldn't let her silently digest this precocious and heartbreaking realization about the cold chasm between her brother and sister.

Su Rui remained silent, his gaze shifting between Ensia Silverash's drooping head and the pair of fluffy snow leopard ears that were slightly pursed back due to her low spirits, giving her a listless appearance. These ears were somewhat similar to Enya's, but seemed smaller, with more fluffy fur at the tips, and were drooping listlessly, exuding a pitiful aura.

Almost instinctively, as if possessed, Su Rui reached out her hand.

His movements, tinged with hesitation, were exceptionally gentle. His hand, with its distinct knuckles and calloused skin (not from long-term labor, but more like the result of some kind of training), yet appearing remarkably tender at this moment, moved across the small round table, across the lovely succulent plant, and gently landed on Ensia Silverash's lowered, silvery-white head.

The moment the warm, dry palm touched her soft hair, Ensia Silverash's body trembled noticeably and violently. She abruptly raised her head, her blue eyes, still misty with tears, looking at Su Rui with astonishment, confusion, and a hint of helplessness.

Su Rui's hand stiffened almost imperceptibly. He nearly withdrew it for his abruptness and presumption, but when he saw the helplessness and vulnerability that flashed in Ensia Silverash's eyes, like that of a lost little animal, his hesitation was instantly replaced by a softer emotion.

He didn't withdraw his hand; instead, his movements became even gentler, with an awkward yet sincere sense of comfort, as he lightly ruffled Ensia Silverash's soft blond hair. Just like... he would occasionally ruffle the top of Enya's head, with a touch of intimacy, but more so with reassurance.

Then, his fingertips slid down his hair and landed on Ensia Silverash's fluffy, trembling snow leopard ears. Unlike Enya's sensitive ears and occasional "reluctance," Ensia Silverash's ears seemed softer, with finer fur. Su Rui's fingertips merely touched and stroked the soft earlobes and tips, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing the most fragile dream.