"My darling Yanhua, here I come-"
Five days later, at dusk.
Golden sunset blanketed the entire street and washed over Lu Mingwang's sunny, youthful face.
He had booked out an entire cinema screening today, just so he could enjoy Qin Yanhua's movie without anyone disturbing him.
"Such a great movie, and Brother Ye isn't even coming. Oh well, his mind has always worked in bizarre ways. Looks like it'll just be Li Yunyao and me today. The captain and the others all seem pretty busy lately."
He drove the sports car his family had bought him. Ever since the explosion, his parents had seemed both worried about him and proud of him.
Their strange behavior showed itself in all sorts of ways: the sudden pile of poetry collections at home, the sports car they had paid for outright, his doubled allowance, and their meticulous care...
Whatever. He wasn't going to worry about it.
Who knew what had gotten into that middle-aged, menopausal couple?
He pulled over by the roadside to wait for Li Yunyao. Just then, Lu Mingwang drew a sharp breath as the familiar stabbing pain returned inside his head. The needle-like sensation was deeply unpleasant.
He carefully thought back.
The symptoms seemed to have started after that night's explosion and fire, when he had passed out because his figurines had burned up.
He had thought it was a one-off, but the episodes had grown increasingly frequent.
Now, he suffered a minor attack almost every hour.
"Could my second personality have been contaminated? Looks like I'll need to consult a psychologist after the movie."
Enduring the stabbing pain, Lu Mingwang shook his head and happened to see Li Yunyao coming downstairs.
Li Yunyao wore a sky-blue long-sleeved T-shirt and comfortably loose jeans. Her long ponytail swayed behind her, and