Nana, the benevolent soul who recognized Qiao's plight, gestured for her to follow. Despite the language barrier, a silent understanding seemed to bridge the gap between them. As they traversed through winding paths, Nana attempted to communicate, her words an incomprehensible melody to Qiao's ears. In the midst of the linguistic confusion, a particular set of syllables resonated repeatedly – "Nana." It seemed to be a name, and so, Qiao adopted it as a bridge of connection between them.
Entering Nana's dwelling, a peculiar sense of wonder enveloped Qiao. The room was a juxtaposition of ancient aesthetics and the most advanced technologies of its time. Gears whirred, and glass tubes hummed with an unseen energy. It was as if the room itself held the secrets of a forgotten era, blending alchemical wonders with mechanical marvels.
Nana, with a spark of curiosity in her eyes, gestured toward the intricacies surrounding them. In response, Qiao felt a familiar impulse within her – the urge to decipher the human canvas. Drawing upon her skills in face reading, a talent honed in her own world, she began to observe the lines and contours etched into the faces of those around her.
Qiao focused her gaze on Nana, her face reading skills kicking into gear.
As Qiao observed, she couldn't help but draw a mental comparison. Nana's features bore a resemblance to a typical scientist's face in her own world – a face etched with the imprints of countless hours spent pondering over experiments and unraveling the mysteries of the universe. It was as if Nana carried the weight of accumulated knowledge, her eyes holding the spark of a relentless quest for understanding.
"科学家?(ke xue jia)", Qiao is thinking.
In her own world, Qiao had often saw scientists with similar expressions, faces that mirrored a blend of intellectual curiosity and a ceaseless drive for discovery. This observation led her to a compelling conclusion – the pursuit of knowledge, it seemed, transcended the boundaries of worlds. Whether in her familiar scientific community or this unfamiliar realm, the faces of those dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of existence bore uncanny similarities.
This revelation lingered in Qiao's thoughts as she navigated the delicate dance of communication in this uncharted world. It hinted at a universal connection between those who sought to understand the intricacies of life, a silent kinship that surpassed the limitations of language and time. And so, with a newfound understanding, Qiao embarked on her journey, armed not only with her face reading skills but with the recognition that certain quests were universal, echoing across the fabric of reality itself.
In this room, where the ancient and the futuristic converged, Qiao's unique abilities became a bridge between worlds. The silent exchange of glances and unspoken understanding transformed the encounter into a dance of shared mysteries. Little did Qiao know that her innate skills would play a pivotal role in navigating the enigmatic realms that awaited her, both within Nana's sanctuary and the uncharted territories of the world beyond.
"HELP!" Qiao yelled. She wanted to see Nana's reaction towards English, though it might be only one of few words she knew.