Early morning, a corner of a lane in Shangjing.
"You're okay, that's really great!"
Wen Li, who intruded into the shop even before it opened, walked straight to the front, unabashedly expressing her relief.
Unlike usual, she was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and pants that were clearly suited for action.
Considering her appearance at the bookstore so early, one couldn't dismiss the possibility that she had been guarding it since the previous brainwashing incident.
Miss, I know people love to hear auspicious words these days, but isn't "okay" a bit exaggerated?
And her long-lost greeting made Fu Qian reassess his own condition once again.
All his items and abilities were intact, no problem.
But the thing in his right eye socket could only be described as a sphere for now.
Meanwhile, there wasn't even a prosthetic on his left arm.
This level of injury didn't remotely align with "okay."
