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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　"Hey, big author. I don't think that this is the place. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Sai Gao said as he surveyed the venue where the gem exhibition was to take place.

　　"Is there something wrong?" Fu Bo, who until now pretended to not know Sai Gao, suddenly turned around and asked. However, when he saw the purple jacket, tight white jeans, and silver scarf Sai Gao wore, along with the silver handbag he held, he could not help but take a few steps back.

　　"There's something strange about this place. I can't sense things that are more than three meters away…" Sai Gao said as he pursed his lips.

　　"You mean…"

　　"Yes, someone or something is preventing me from sensing my surroundings. I'll have to rely on my eyes starting from here on," Sai Gao whispered to Fu Bo as he approached him and pinched his arm.

　　"Over there…" Sai Gao suddenly pulled Fu Bo toward the stage, on which many strange-looking stones rested on wooden stands. "Maybe it's one of those things over there."

　　"What else do you see?"

　　"Nothing yet. But do you see all those people around here? They're all aware of our presence. Are you sure that we absolutely need to come here?" Sai Gao shrugged his shoulders as he continued to approach Fu Bo.

　　"It's hard to explain, but I have a feeling something big is going to happen here. Wait? What are you doing?" Fu Bo suddenly asked irritatedly as he felt Sai Gao slip his fingers into his hand.

　　"What's wrong with my hand?" Sai Gao raised his right hand.

　　"I'm talking about the other one…" Fu Bo was visibly annoyed.

　　"My left hand? Oh, I'm just worried about your safety…" Sai Gao smiled as he moved his waist around.

　　"Let go of me!" Fu Bo shouted.

　　"Oh… You're not going to fall sick from that…" Sai Gao rolled his eyes and pulled back his hand right after scratching Fu Bo's palm.

　　Fu Bo trembled with disgust. He wiped his hand vigorously with his own sleeve, but just as he was about to resume his complaints, he noticed a middle-aged couple looking at him with baffled eyes.

　　"They'll forget about me soon... They'll forget about me soon... They'll forget about me soon…" Fu Bo repeated the sentence over and over again to calm himself down as he made for the exhibition hall. Sai Gao smiled at the couple and followed suit.