It was approaching dawn.
The night, however, seemed to deepen.
Matsuno Yoshika lowered her voice to speak about destiny, lending an eerie atmosphere to the room.
An outsider might either agree or disbelieve her.
But Shen Yue didn't merely go along. He felt in his heart that Matsuno Yoshika wasn't spinning nonsense.
Matsuno Yoshika had a knowledgeable grandfather, her perspective on the world far surpassed that of her peers.
Black Night, a killer, held immense respect for the old lady who lived here, even appearing somewhat afraid of her.
Perhaps this grandmother really had some unknown skills.
After all... couldn't Shen Yue perform some sort of predictive snippets too?
"Don't you believe it?" Matsuno Yoshika, seeing Shen Yue's lack of response, asked subconsciously.
Shen Yue shook his head softly, saying, "Many things are hard to explain."
Then, it seems he thought of something, Shen Yue asked, "Do you want your grandmother to... predict my destiny?"