Wen Yan went out for a while, and when he came back, during dinner, he handed the box containing the artificial eye to Mo Shishi.
"Try it after dinner, see if you like it. If you don't, we can change it later.
It just so happens that I know a real expert, extremely skilled, with a sharp eye.
He recommended this to me, and I think it's pretty good."
"Mm, thank you." Mo Shishi lowered her head, holding the Yang energy-blessed tomato in both hands like a little zombie, nibbling at it slowly. When she heard Wen Yan's words, she merely responded softly.
"No need to thank me." Wen Yan actually felt a bit of regret in his heart, that the third time through he hadn't managed to go back before killing Glutton.
If this time he could return, with advance knowledge of what was going to happen, there would at least be hope to prevent the tragedy.
After thinking it over, he still couldn't help but ask,
