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The guests were running on the deck downstairs, the sound of footsteps, laughter, and the crisp sound of glasses clinking - these sounds were swept up into the sky by the waves, and became fragmented and indistinct when they reached the seventh floor.

The coast was receding and the ship set sail in the direction where the seagulls were circling.

As the gauze curtain fluttered, a faint smell of tobacco drifted away with the smoke.

Qin Wu sat on the railing, holding a cigarette in one hand, and kept his head turned away, looking coolly at another man across the terrace.

The silver wheelchair stopped at the railing, and Wen Can was also looking at him. The wind kept blowing his slightly long hair, revealing eyes that were deeper than the sea in the distance, and a face that was more graceful and smooth than the lines in a painting.

Qin Wu stared at him silently and coldly with a face that was completely the opposite, with every stroke of his expression being sharp and beautiful.

After a long time, he smiled and flicked the cigarette ash that had accumulated for a long time under his hand: "Although he is a cripple, Master Wen is not slow. He came up so quickly."

"Thank goodness there is an elevator on Master Qin's ship, but unfortunately his aesthetic taste is not very good. The elevator is too vulgar and the paintings are too ugly."

"I don't know how to paint, so I want to find a wife who can paint and understand art." Qin Wu didn't care. "Look, didn't you ask me who the lady in Room 1 who can paint and play chess is? She's my future wife."

"Really? I thought your fiancée was Miss Huo."

"Qingyun? We are just friends."

"A friend who killed someone for you and went to jail for you?"

"That's because she has a problem." Qin Wu pointed to his head, turned it slightly, and shrugged, "But I believe she will be fine."

"So, Master Qin really has a fiancée? And she's in Room 1?"

Wen Can seemed interested, although his expression said otherwise.

He looked at the empty terrace of Room 1 and said calmly, "In that case, why not ask her to come out and have some fresh air and chat? Don't you want to introduce Miss Undead Demon to her?"

"If she doesn't want to, I won't force her."

Qin Wu put out his cigarette and said with a smile: "I love her very much."

A strangled scream was faintly heard from the French window behind him, and the man jumped down from the railing: "Okay, let's stop talking. I still have things to take care of. Master Wen, please help yourself."

"Oh, by the way—" Before he walked in, he turned to look at Wen Can and smiled slightly, "In addition to the cabin, Master Wen can also go to the deck for a stroll. Although I haven't considered the disabled, my ship basically has a ramp design, so it should be very convenient for you to travel—"

"After all, I heard that Master Wen loves the sea and likes sailing. Even though he can't be a captain now, it's good to have a taste of it, isn't it?"

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Qin Wu went back.

The French windows were closed.

Wen Can heard a familiar voice begging for mercy, but it disappeared in an instant.

But he was unmoved.

He just lowered his head and dialed the number again.

Instead of putting it to my ear, I stared at it silently, watching the ellipsis of "Calling..." repeating over and over again until a formulaic female voice came out of the phone: "Hello, the number you dialed is unreachable..."

He turned off the screen and turned to look at the balcony of Room No. 1, which was three rooms away.

It was empty and the floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, making it impossible to tell whether there was anyone inside.

He thought, if she didn't want to answer the phone, did it mean that she didn't want to see him for the time being? If she didn't want to see him, should he pretend not to know?

I didn't know she was coming, I didn't know she was so close.

Thinking about it this way, it’s a good thing that it’s a masquerade ball. In this way, even if we pass each other, I can pretend to be strangers because I’m wearing masks.

There was a whirring sound of pulleys sliding.

A white gauze curtain was suddenly blown out of the window by the sea breeze, rolling up high like white waves, blocking his view of Room 1.

The eyes have to focus because of this.

And in the focus, someone walked out from the floor-to-ceiling window next to him.

She was wearing a blue dress and a small hat with a veil.

She walked onto the terrace, her skirt blown by the sea breeze, then she turned around, revealing her exaggerated Nuo mask.

Wen Can felt the eyes under the mask looking at him, and then the gaze fell to an unexpected place.

“Are you on the phone?”

She asked.

The voice was low and slightly hoarse.

The corner of Wen Can's mouth twitched. He had the illusion that he was instantly back in the Xingfei Building and met the undead demon in the elevator who was hard to describe and made knife-cutting sounds when he opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask if your throat was broken again, but he couldn't reveal his identity, so he answered as if nothing had happened: "I'm done."

"Nonsense, if no one answers the call it doesn't mean the call is over, it means the call failed."

"..."Sure enough, this person is more suitable to be a mute. Once he starts talking, it will make people feel unhappy and the filter will collapse.

For example, he is now beginning to regret spending the 5 billion.

At that time, I just wanted to rescue her because I felt great listening to her scolding Wen Rong.

Wen Can turned his wheelchair and planned to leave immediately.

The idiot still refused to give up: "That person didn't answer your call? Why? Generally, there are two reasons for not answering the phone. The first is that they were too busy to hear it, and the second is that they heard it but deliberately didn't answer it. Which one is your call?"

"From your expression, it's probably the second one. Why? Why doesn't that person want to answer your call? Is it because he hates you? Or because he likes you?"

"..."

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

Wen Can turned to look at her strangely: "Why can the behavior of not wanting to answer the phone be defined as liking someone?"

"The plot is usually set up like this—" the immortal demon said straightforwardly, "If someone doesn't know how to face it for the time being, if there are some words that they don't know where to start, the character will choose to escape for the time being, and ignore the person they like until the problem can be solved and they can speak up."

Wen Can was silent for two seconds: "You have never drawn such a plot."

“Then I’ll prepare to paint.”

"Don't give me spoilers."

"You're also watching Stellar?" The Undead Demon turned his body completely around and asked in the whistling sea breeze, "Who's your favorite character?"

"...of course the stars."

"This answer is so common, everyone likes her."

"...As the creator of the stars, are you dissatisfied with this phenomenon? Did you create her because you hate her?"

"No, I admire her, but admiration doesn't mean love." The immortal demon turned back, leaned forward and rested her elbows on the railing, looking at the sea in the distance and said, "I like Xizel."

"……Why?"

The Undead looked at him as if he found the question odd. "Why else? He's just my type."

"..." Wen Can felt his emotions were a little bit up and down, and tried to speak calmly, "I thought the author's favorite characters should be the protagonists of his own works."

"It's so easy to say. Do you know what love is? It just came out of my mouth so easily, even to a fictional character."

"..." Wen Can pulled the corner of his mouth ridiculously, "People who don't know would think I'm the immortal demon. What are you arguing about? If you don't like this character, why let her be the protagonist?"

"Because she's here."

The sea breeze blows her veil, and under the Nuo mask, the girl's eyes are filled with the sea.

She said calmly: "She exists in my mind and in my eyes. Whenever I think of her, her life will automatically start to move forward and her feet will move on their own. So I have to write, I have to draw, I have to see the world and others from her perspective."

"..."

Wen Can was stunned for a moment and turned to look at her.