"What are you talking about, Mo Yi?"
At that moment, Huayin had finally finished cooking and brought the dishes out. The moment she emerged, she saw Mo Yi clenching his fist and speaking with a resolute expression, so naturally, she was curious.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about some past events—"
Mo Yi stood up and smiled.
"I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."
With that, he headed for the kitchen and vanished from Kamishirasawa Keine's sight.
"Is that so?"
Kamishirasawa Keine was somewhat concerned by Mo Yi's earlier expression and his current unwillingness to speak of it.
She had long since realized that Mo Yi was no ordinary person, nor was he some qi cultivator. Her ability was the power to devour and create history. After spending so much time with Mo Yi, coupled with his habits, behavior, and speech that differed so greatly from ordinary people, she had no choice but to believe the truth revealed by her power: Mo Yi did not exist in this world—or at the very least, not in the history of this era.
On top of that, he went out every day to handle matters. Even though he could conceal it when he returned, Kamishirasawa Keine could still detect the loss in his expression.
Late at night, a full moon hung high outside the window, its light spilling into Mo Yi's bedroom and falling upon him. He was still awake, gazing at the moon and missing Princess, Mei, True Kiana, and the others.
He had missed them when he went out before, but never this intensely. Perhaps it was because this was the first time Mo Yi had been away for so long. He had not even found a trace of Princess, yet nearly a month and a half had already passed.