"..."
Ning Xue's expression twisted with discomfort.
She didn't answer.
Because she couldn't say it. That she'd only arrived in this world three months ago. That she didn't even belong here. That everything around her—from the drinks to the sea to this strange, arrogant man—felt like someone else's story.
She bit her lip.
Hard.
She was lost.
Wang Xiao watched her. A long, judging gaze. Then, without a word, he began to move—toward her.
Ning Xue tensed.
But he didn't touch her. Didn't even get too close.
Instead—
"Mary."
She appeared again, silent as mist.
This time, carrying a sleek black tablet.
She handed it to him like a ceremonial blade.
Wang Xiao powered it on, then turned it toward Ning Xue.
"Come here," he said.
She blinked. Then hesitantly shifted closer. Just enough to peer at the screen.
Videos. Colors. Moving images. Music.
Her eyes widened slightly. "What... is this?"
