Fang Qingyu was momentarily stunned upon listening.
After a few seconds of silence, his calm gaze fell on Jiang Wei's slightly lowered side face.
His voice was very light, as if discussing a trivial matter: "How did they come over? Did they come specifically for you from another dimension, then seek you out in this world? Or did they come in some other form to attack you?"
There was no trace of fear or impatience in his tone, only a near-homely peace.
This left Jiang Wei momentarily stunned.
She slowly raised her head, her ruby-like eyes meeting Fang Qingyu's calm as water gaze.
Clearly reflecting unwavering steadiness.
Seemingly infected by this calmness, Jiang Wei's tense shoulders slightly relaxed, and she responded softly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertain perplexity:
"I don't know exactly how they come... I only know that every time, they come to me at a specific point in time, as if... it's destined."
