The scene before him shifted in an instant from the street to the bustling player lobby. Li Xian stood dazed at the instance exit for a while, only belatedly stepping aside when a stranger behind him urged him to move, then headed toward the central elevator.
As he walked, Li Xian silently sorted through his memories of the last instance.
Voices clamored around him, while his mood rose and fell with the memories surfacing in his mind.
His high school self had been far too gullible-he had believed everything Ji Xie said.
And he had even taken the initiative to drag him into bed...
At that thought, Li Xian couldn't help patting his burning cheeks.
Because he realized this wasn't a question of how gullible he was.
It was a question of whether he liked him.
That brief loss of memory had instead let him see the truest feelings buried in his subconscious, and he now had an answer to the question Ji Xie had posed after the Toy Factory instance ended.
Li Xian gave a helpless little laugh, realizing for the first time just how slow and awkward he was when it came to feelings-he had actually needed his eighteen-year-old self to teach him.
The trip from the instance exit to the guild residence took only a few minutes, but this time it felt unusually long. Li Xian thought about many things: himself, Ji Xie, the system, and that hazy future.
Only after Li Xian returned to his room and made sure the door was shut did he hesitantly reach into his slightly heavy pocket.
As that familiar sensation curled around his fingers, all the confusion and worry in his heart vanished, leaving only that distinctive touch against his fingertips.
He leaned against the door like that for quite