Su Fu stood in place, silent, and Zhang Xiaoman did not urge him.
Although he was still not clear about the concept of Alien Species, that did not hinder his ability to improvise on the spot.
Su Fu appeared deeply conflicted, his face slightly flushed, at times opening his mouth as if to speak, at times pursing his lips in deep thought.
It was apparent that he truly wanted to know, yet he was fraught with hesitation.
"Mr. Su need not force himself; knowing the truth may not always be a blessing. Sometimes, being able to close your eyes is also a form of happiness,"
Zhang Xiaoman said, feeling sentimental.
Upon hearing these words, Su Fu seemed to suddenly think of something, his face turning bright red and his breathing becoming heavier, echoing around the empty room.
"Hmm? Echo?"
Just as Zhang Xiaoman felt something was off, he heard a voice filled with excitement and longing not far from him, which interrupted Su Fu who was about to speak.
