The fine, cold mist chilled his skin, turning it pale. It was as if his sluggish blood flow was keeping the moment of dawning realization from reaching his mind.
But after a few seconds, Chaisi still couldn't remember a thing.
"You... you weren't hit with some kind of ability, were you?" Jin Xueli asked hesitantly. "An ability would be one thing, but what if it's a stroke..."
Tian Xi shot her a glare, but her words seemed to have made him worried too. He turned to Chaisi. "Brother Chaisi..."
"Wait."
Chaisi wiped the rain from his face, slicking his wet hair back. His gaze was fixed on the corpse lying in the distance. "Let me think."
"But..."
Chaisi paid him no mind, glancing from the bar's back door to Han Liuyue. Her deathly pale face was stretched into a wide smile, casting a solid-looking shadow over the teeth within.
'...Whatever's happening to me, this strange creature has probably been watching the whole time, fully aware.'
