When Lu Mingfei walked out of the room, his face still wore the excited expression of someone who had finally found his people.
Then he saw the people outside.
Caesar, Nono, Finn, and an unfamiliar middle-aged man stood neatly behind the glass, watching him.
He froze for a moment.
Then not only did that excited expression not disappear, it grew even brighter.
"Senior Sister! Boss! You're here." He hurried over, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice. "I found a clue! The Daoist Priest—he remembers Chu Zihang too!"
His eyes shone brilliantly, like a drowning man who had finally grabbed hold of driftwood, desperate to tell everyone:
See? I'm not crazy. Someone really, truly remembers him!
Nono looked at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Lu Mingfei's smile was so happy, so sincere, like that of a defendant who had finally been proven innocent. Yet only a few minutes ago, they had just labeled him "mentally ill."
Pingyangzi followed him out.
The old Daoist's steps were steady, one after another, unhurried, as though he were strolling through his own backyard. He somehow made the white lab coat look like a Daoist robe.
He stopped before Nono, slightly bowed, and offered a salute.
"We meet again."
Nono hurriedly returned the greeting. "Hello, Daoist Priest."
She felt something strange. This man was clearly a patient in a mental hospital, yet his upright and peaceful bearing made him seem more normal than any normal person.
Then something occurred to her.
In Lu Mingfei's memories, she and He Xiaomeng had acted together. Since she had met the old Daoist at Shilan High School that day, could He Xiaomeng—who did not exist in her memories—have been with her as well?
She took out her phone and pulled up a photo.
"Daoist