Ji Jue is sick.
To say Ji Jue probably isn't sick seems unlikely, but to say he's not sick also seems improbable...
"It's quite obvious, sir."
Isis sharply commented on this: "Such things are simply evident."
"..."
Ji Jue sat on the deck of the Prosperity, pinching his chin, looking grave.
Something's off, very much off.
Though it's just nightmares and it's not like he's never had them, once or twice could be excused; but in the past two months, it's been five or six times, and it's all the same nightmare.
Each time the falling is deeper, closer to that flicker of flame...
Like a damn horror movie.
He glanced at his phone, his teacher hadn't replied, and when he asked Ye Chun, the slacker said he hadn't seen him for several days, pretty common occurrence.
Probably some research has reached a critical juncture, too busy to deal with matters outside the workshop.
