The performance remained a performance, but this time Fu Qian chose a new narrative direction, completely changing from the previous style.
And facing his such resolute posture, Dr. Cynthia just stared expressionlessly, not in a rush to express any opinions.
"An interesting question,"
Amid such a gaze, Fu Qian suddenly snorted after half a minute, his words laden with disdain.
"In my normal state, I really wouldn't ask myself that."
"...Patch?"
After stopping for several seconds, his tone finally became somewhat hesitant.
"Mere idle thoughts."
Seemingly convincing himself, Fu Qian even shook his head.
In the time that followed, he chose protracted silence.
Even so, it was still possible to see the smile on his face gradually fade away.
Or perhaps it's more accurate to say it shifted.
Because Dr. Cynthia clearly seemed much more satisfied.
She appeared to enjoy the changes in Fu Qian before and after.