During their long look around the house earlier, even Qiu Wuji, with her exceptionally keen Divine Sense, had felt nothing unusual.
But when illusion and reality interacted, and the philosophical notion that a real person needed to become more real in a fictional person's eyes rose in their hearts, even Chu Ge, let alone Qiu Wuji, could sense that there seemed to be something in the house.
They exchanged a glance and walked into the master bedroom together.
Then their eyes fell on the bedside table at the same time.
A few little things lay scattered in the dust on the bedside table, clearly odds and ends they had not thought worth deliberately packing before moving to the Capital: tissues, hair clips, a small mirror, and the like, along with a few novels.
The things lay haphazardly across the bedside table, the sort anyone would glance over without a second thought, the sort even burglars would leave alone.
Chu Ge's gaze landed on the title "Jin Ping Mei" on a novel's cover. His face was expressionless.
Fuck.
The prestige of SSS had plunged straight into the mud.
No, he was reading a classic, studying the texture of everyday life, not any of the things we're thinking. Yes, that was it.
He turned to look at Qiu Wuji. Her expression was grave, as though she had not noticed what book it was at all.
Her gaze was fixed on...
That little mirror?
Chu Ge's eyes settled on the little mirror too. Gradually, he felt as if there were a vortex in its surface, holding his gaze fast, as though it would suck him inside.
"This is..." Chu Ge extended his Divine Sense, cautiously probing. He seemed able to see tiny specks of Spiritual Energy slowly gathering toward the mirror, settling on