Even as a Puppet Person, Coroa had an expressive face. Right now, every flicker of it showed his shock and confusion. What was the point of reading like that?
Coroa didn't know whether there was a point, but under Ye Qinglan's influence, Ye Chuqi seemed to have developed an internal clock. After reading for half a day, she felt it was about time to make herself something to eat.
Even San San had learned to remind her to look after herself when she wasn't paying attention.
Coroa was a Puppet Person, and there was no one else on the island. There were plenty of other living creatures, though. Apart from the Palace he had built at its center and the Puppets inside that handled chores and daily cleaning, the rest of the island remained untouched.
As Ye Chuqi laid out a feast and dug in with her companions, Coroa felt regret for the first time. He had turned himself into a Puppet Person to gain a longer life and endured countless years of loneliness and despair for it.
Damn it, he wanted to eat too.
But Puppet People had no need to eat.
Maybe his next project should be giving Puppet People the ability to taste and digest food. At the thought, Coroa, who had been bored and listless, seemed to find a goal again. Light returned to his once-flat eyes.
No wonder people said the eyes were windows to the soul. Often, you really could glimpse someone's Divine Soul through them.
Coroa buried himself in his Laboratory, tinkering with who knew what, and left Ye Chuqi to settle herself on the island. She saw nothing wrong with that. They hadn't spent much time together, but she had gotten a fair sense of him, and San San had investigated the