Hazy wisps of steam,
A graceful figure,
Powerful Confusion that seemed almost tangible,
There was no need to think... Dian squeezed his eyes shut, all but holding his breath.
In truth, he had seen nothing in the first place, nor could he.
At that moment, Dian was like Chen Shimei reborn, possessed by Ximen Qing. He recited a poem and uttered a sentence.
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeve,
Taking not a single cloud, only a red mark.
Dian vanished. By the time he reappeared, he was already in an empty room.
He rubbed the red mark on his right cheek, his body aching but his heart rejoicing.
Luckily, his quick wit had saved his life with that one sentence.
As for what that sentence was,
He couldn't say!
Dian felt the sofa beneath him. Oh, it felt pretty real. He surveyed his surroundings again.
Curtains hung over the window, the walls were painted snow-white, and a lifelike portrait decorated the wall before him.
He stood and touched the cake and Berries on the coffee table. "These are way too detailed. How much did they cost?"
"Not much. Just a few tens of thousands..."
A middle-aged man wearing a hat came in, looking thoroughly sleazy and furtive. "Kid, you failed your challenge, right? Hurry up and come with me."
Beside him was a woman with short, dark-green hair, clicking away with her camera. It was Hata Ranko, who had entered before him. "I see. So this is the rumored Dollhouse."
"Hey! Stop taking pictures! You think you're sightseeing?"
The middle-aged man held out his hand. "Come on, take my hand."
"What are you trying to do?!"
Hata Ranko looked wary. "I know you. You're that uncle who supposedly lives next door to Sabrina's