"Minor issues, all just minor issues," he replied, "Qing Yue has it all figured out, right?"
"Yeah, of course."
Zhu Qingyue nodded lightly and persuaded with a smile:
"Let's hurry up and get out of here. This place is already a dangerous structure, it feels like it's about to collapse any minute."
...
After the two left, Zhu Qingyue hooked her little finger, retracting the thread that was deeply buried in the other person's brain.
Song Yao didn't even get the chance to groan before his body went limp and he collapsed, sinking into a deep coma.
"...Actually, it might not be 'incurable' after all."
The girl, having taken care of the aftermath, was in quite a cheerful mood, following her friends ahead with light steps.
*
As the saying goes, "A woman's face and June weather change often," the once naive youth Xu Xiangyang, under the influence of a certain friend, had recently begun to grasp this truth.
