Lin Xian turned around.
He looked at the dark Zhao Yingjun personal exhibit hall behind him.
Her exhibit was located at the highest point of the Rhein Museum, a separate building, just like her lofty status in the Rhein Sky City.
Yes.
This was the main reason Lin Xian had entered the dream realm tonight.
Huang Que had said before, to look in the mirror frequently when free, for the mirror may hold what he desired.
He believed.
The answer to this puzzle was likely in Zhao Yingjun's personal exhibit hall.
Perhaps the gift that no one could guess was hidden within one of the mirrors here.
Therefore, Lin Xian wasn't concerned whether his own traces were in Zhao Yingjun's life trajectory.
It was an inconsequential matter.
He was just lamenting the passing of time, the departure of old acquaintances, and the resulting sense of heaviness, not caring about these trivialities.
Lin Xian turned around and walked into Zhao Yingjun's personal exhibit hall.
"Why is it dark?"