In the end, Jiang Qingli never answered the question.
Because before she could speak, the translucent figure materialized out of nowhere again. It squatted beside Jiang Qingli and pointed to itself.
Yuan Shimo's brow furrowed. He stared coldly at his own shadow, silently commanding it to retreat.
Ever since he'd gained his Superpower, the shadow had been Yuan Shimo's most obedient and useful tool.
But whenever Jiang Qingli was around, it would lose control.
This time, it went so far as to pretend it couldn't see Yuan Shimo. It nuzzled its cheek against the back of Jiang Qingli's hand, burying its face between her fingers to take a sniff.
Yuan Shimo's patience snapped. He seized the shadow and forcibly stuffed it back where it belonged.
The shadow stretched out defiantly at his feet, a clear sign of its displeasure.
Yuan Shimo didn't even deign to look at it. He took Jiang Qingli's hand and led her away. "Ignore it," he said.
