Roman helplessly fastened his buttons one by one. "There! All buttoned up!"
Lu Mi turned back and saw that he had indeed obediently buttoned up his clothes. Folding his arms, he scolded him:
"The air conditioning in the Public Rest Area is set to just twenty degrees tonight. Aren't you worried about catching a cold?"
"Is that all you're worried about?"
Roman showed no sign of repentance. Instead, he tilted his head. "Huh? Why is your face so red?"
In the last bit of time before they entered the dungeon instance, Roman visited the dungeon instance Shen Yiwen was in.
When he returned, he said Shen Yiwen had deciphered those ancient characters.
"Once all the fragments are collected, they have to be repaired with a human soul."
Zhong Zixian could barely contain his eagerness. "Now that she's deciphered them, can she come back?"
"If she wants to, she only needs to wait for a group of players to open the exit, and she can come back with them. But..."
Zhong Zixian sounded noticeably disappointed. "But what?"
Roman said, "She said she isn't completely certain about the translation 'a human soul.' There's some guesswork involved."
"So she wants to keep studying it, and she's just giving us a possible direction for now?"
Zhong Zixian slumped back onto the sofa with a bitter smile. "Yi Wen, you really are..."
Neither Lu Mi nor Cheng Cheng spoke. They simply kept him company in silence.
After a long while, Zhong Zixian asked, "Can you tell me how old Yi Wen is now?"
Roman looked at Lu Mi, who nodded.
"Around forty-five."
Zhong Zixian laid his arm over his eyes.
Lu Mi stroked his tousled hair sympathetically. "Zi Xian..."
Zhong Zixian moved his arm aside and sat up, his gaze resolute. "Let's follow that lead