Mai Mingle sat on the ground, motionless, staring blankly at the plaza ahead.
'Damn it. Things were just getting worse and worse, more and more complicated.'
In the corner of her vision, a face became a massive shadow, pressing in so close she couldn't feel the heat of its breath.
That face stared at Mai Mingle. After a few silent seconds, it slowly pulled back, shrinking to its normal size. The lopsided wig on its head came back into view.
"My 'lucid dream' just reached its end."
The Dream Screenwriter said, "She also finished filling out the 'Non-Resident Information Registration Form.' Logically, she should have returned to her human form. But... why isn't she reacting..."
Mai Mingle's gaze drifted into the night, completely unfocused.
"When did it end?"
Fu Tailan was cautious. Even though he had cooperated with the Dream Screenwriter and single-handedly turned the tables, he was still sitting several meters away, refusing to come within a meter of it.
