Half asleep, Losa suddenly felt a wet sensation on his face and instinctively opened his eyes.
He found Prajna in white, holding a handkerchief to wipe his face.
He jokingly said, "Miss Xie has come."
Prajna rarely showed some unease, "Why still call me that?"
"I think it sounds nice."
Losa grasped one of her hands, feeling it was the same as before, and couldn't help but feel a complex emotion of both relief and disappointment: "If you don't like it, how about I call you Miss Lingyun?"
Prajna asked somewhat puzzled, "Was the previous name too awkward?"
In the Anomaly state, the emotions on Prajna's face became much more vibrant, prompting Losa to say something more daring to test Prajna's reaction—previously, he could never discern her mood from her expressions.
"Not really."
Prajna, not weak but pronounced as Pore.
Initially, it was a bit awkward, but once accustomed, it became a habit.
"But aren't you in the Anomaly state now? Why would calling you Miss Xie be wrong?"
