The door closed up.
Chen Xiaolian regarded the furniture within the room that he had been to twice. He felt strange inside.
If that bloody Fatty had not blackmailed him that night, if he had not picked up the ancient painting in this room…
Chen Xiaolian headed into the kitchen and found himself a cup, opened the water faucet and filled the cup with water. Slowly, he gulped down the cup of water. Then, he walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
“Out with it then. What will we be talking about?”
Skyblade did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked, “Can you tell me, how did you become… what I mean is, this non-Awakened identity of yours, what exactly is it?”
Chen Xiaolian did not answer.
“Fine.” Skyblade continued in a dejected tone. “Maybe I am prying too deep with that question. Or maybe this is your biggest secret. I did not mean to pry, but… … I just want to satisfy the curiosity in my heart.”
Chen Xiaolian maintained his silence.
