Chapter 1 The Sea Over the Sun

The seawater that stretched beyond the sun seemed to extinguish the giant that had been burning for billions of years.

Darkness descended upon the world.

The Amalienborg Palace and the statue of Frederick V were draped in a veil of black.

Denmark, known as the kingdom of fairy tales, officially entered the prelude to night.

Everything around them dimmed.

The only thing that lit up...

Was the azure, glass-like light in Huang Que's eyes, which seemed to burn again.

Like a hunting owl, she stared into the dark forest of the fairy-tale kingdom.

But.

She was clearly just there for tourism.

What was she hunting for?

...

After leaving Amalienborg Palace, the two had a simple meal of local cuisine and headed to the hotel to rest.

Their luggage had been taken away by a special hotel shuttle bus at the airport, which was very convenient.

However... Lin Xian had originally planned to book the best hotel in downtown Copenhagen, but Huang Que pointed to a location in the suburbs and said she wanted to book a hotel there.

"That's a bit out of the way,"

Lin Xian explained at the time:

"Although it's still Copenhagen, that area is like a county town within the city. Although the county towns in the capital are definitely not too bad, the living conditions and surrounding environment...are certainly not as good as the one I originally chose."

But Huang Que still shook her head:

"This area is fine. I don't like lively places anyway. Just pick a decent hotel in this area."

Seeing that she was still so insistent, Lin Xian didn't say much.

Huang Que always gave the impression of being alone and not liking crowds. This was true, but...did that have much to do with the location of the hotel?

He couldn't figure it out.

But whatever she said, goes.

So Lin Xian chose a hotel that was... just decent in the western suburbs of Copenhagen and booked two suites.

Not long after.

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel. Lin Xian paid the fare, and he and Huang Que opened the right rear door and got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, he looked around.

He found that the architectural style and the old feeling of the place were really like the streets in European movies from the last century.

There were no overly tall buildings. Everything was simple, full of the marks of time, and had a strong sense of life, with various small shops, couples walking together, and couples holding children with bags of things.

"This... is it like an old district?"

Lin Xian asked, looking at the surrounding buildings.

Huang Que shook her head noncommittally:

"I'm not sure, but Copenhagen shouldn't have any old districts. This city has been very famous since humans entered the industrial age, and many important conferences around the world are held here."

"So... this city started relatively early and caught up with the wave of the industrial revolution. Unlike many cities in our Dragon Kingdom, when the third information revolution began around the world, many of our places were just beginning to urbanize, so there are these incompatible products of rapid development like old districts."

...

That was indeed the case.

Lin Xian thought that what Huang Que said made a lot of sense.

He had also traveled to many cities in the country, and inevitably there were so-called old districts, which were generally abandoned due to the needs of rapid urban development.

The roads were always crowded, and the widest part was only two lanes, and many small roads could only be described as narrow paths.

There were no underground parking lots in the residential areas. The vehicles on the ground were parked one behind another. Every time the vehicles in the innermost part wanted to leave, half of the residents in the residential area had to come downstairs to play a game of "Hua Rong Road" (a Chinese sliding block puzzle).

Farmers' markets, breakfast streets, and morning markets seemed to be standard features of these old districts.

As Huang Que said.

Under the trend of rapid urban development, there was indeed no energy or financial resources to completely renovate the entire old city. Demolition and resettlement were very troublesome and difficult to handle; it was better to directly re-plan a new urban area as the center to bring convenience, which could further promote the surrounding economy. This trick had been tried and tested in various cities in the Dragon Kingdom.

Looking back at this suburb.

Perhaps it had always been like this many years ago, old, simple, and full of the atmosphere of human life.

"It can be considered a lucky mistake to choose a good place."

Lin Xian said, opening the door of the hotel for Huang Que. The two walked in.

After checking in, the two took their respective room cards and took the elevator back to their rooms to rest.

The hotel was not big, with only six floors in total.

Suites, which had a larger area and more complete functions, were basically on the sixth floor.

The two took the elevator to the sixth floor and found their room numbers.

They were right next to each other, 606 and 608.

Lin Xian and Huang Que swiped their cards to open their respective rooms. Lin Xian looked at Huang Que:

"We've been walking around all day today, so let's have a good rest. But today we were just casually strolling around, and we only went around the surrounding attractions. The more famous museums, art galleries, art galleries, and theaters in the city... we can go around the city tomorrow."

"And if there's any place you want to see, you can also look it up online."

Huang Que nodded and pushed open the door, looking a little tired, and walked in.

Bang, bang.

Two sounds of doors closing.

Lin Xian and Huang Que entered the two suites separated by a wall and started washing up and preparing to rest.

Lin Xian looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table, which showed 21:30.

This was Denmark time.

He raised his left wrist and looked at his smart watch, which showed 3:30 AM, which was Dragon Kingdom time, or Emperor Capital time.

The time difference between the two regions was 6 hours. The Dragon Kingdom saw the new sun and entered the new day 6 hours earlier than Denmark.

"So... sleeping at this time won't cause me to enter the dream."

Lin Xian yawned.

After getting the invitation letter from the Genius Club, he specially entered the dream the next night, which was after he and Huang Que separated in Liu Feng's laboratory.

Unsurprisingly.

The Fourth Dream was still unchanged.

But this was also expected.

Because although he had received the invitation letter from the Genius Club, it was still far from officially joining the Genius Club and the formation of that irrevocable anchor point.

If he answered any of the three exam questions incorrectly, the Genius Club would reject him and make him the first... dropout in history who received an invitation letter but failed the exam.

This...

Would probably be laughed at by the members of the Genius Club, right?

After all, Huang Que said that the other members who received the invitation letter had not failed. They all passed the three exam questions, proving that they were truly geniuses and knocking on the door of the Genius Club.

Therefore.

At this point in time, Lin Xian was completely acceptable that receiving the invitation letter from the Genius Club did not cause any changes in the Fourth Dream.

Not to mention that the possibility that "the Fourth Dream is fake, a simulated world, a film studio" had not been ruled out yet.

The Tem Bank, the hafnium alloy safe, and the secret note written by Chu Anqing were all in place, waiting for him to verify them.

The current difficulty was that the existence of the Mysterious Old Man was blocking his way to Tem Bank, and he had to get rid of the Mysterious Old Man first before he could move freely in the Fourth Dream.

But the key question was...

Who exactly was the Mysterious Old Man?

Kevin Walker? Jask? Or other people he knew or didn't know, could think of or couldn't think of?

In any case.

This Mysterious Old Man said the same catchphrase as Kevin Walker. In short, it was definitely right to start with Kevin Walker first.

Because Lin Xian and Kevin Walker didn't just have this one feud... there were many items that needed to be settled between them.

If eliminating Kevin Walker was not enough to change the Fourth Dream, then he would have to find a way to locate other suspicious candidates.

"Sigh..."

Thinking of this, Lin Xian couldn't help but sigh.

He had been swimming in dreams for so many years, and he never thought that he would be stuck one day.

He couldn't open the safe, couldn't see the small note, and couldn't find CC to verify the matter of the Millennium Pile, which was really frustrating.

When Lin Xian had just received the invitation letter from the Genius Club from the mirror, he thought that he could directly join the organization, find Kevin Walker, and then eliminate him.

But now it seemed.

It was hard to say which of these two plans would come first, after all, he couldn't change the Fourth Dream without killing Kevin Walker;

If he didn't change the Fourth Dream, he couldn't change the numbers on the Space-Time Clock;

If the numbers on the Space-Time Clock didn't change, he couldn't study the Space-Time Coordinates through the value of Space-Time Curvature;

If he didn't get the specific rules and values of the Space-Time Coordinates, he couldn't pass the Genius Club exam.

This series of events.

Was really interlocking and trapping him to death.

Lin Xian yawned again.

He had been walking around all day today and was really tired...

"Let's go to sleep first. I can finally sleep until dawn."

In the past, when he slept in the Dragon Kingdom, he always woke up once at 00:42 in the middle of the night.

But now he didn't need to.

"Sleep."

...

...

As it turned out, Lin Xian had thought things too simply.

An hour later.

Lin Xian opened his eyes in bed, still feeling very sleepy:

"Why is it so noisy? Where is the music coming from?"

He sat up from the bed, put on his slippers, stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked outside.

Sure enough!

On the roof of the four-story building across the street, there was a large group of people singing and dancing!

"What are they doing? The folk customs are both simple and tough."

Lin Xian squinted his eyes and looked more carefully.

It seemed...

Like a party, celebrating something.

But it shouldn't be some kind of chaotic party.

Lin Xian could see through the window that the people attending the party were a little older, basically no young people, mostly middle-aged people.

Lin Xian couldn't estimate the specific age...

Because foreigners, regardless of gender, generally had a shorter shelf life, and basically aged quickly after the age of thirty, so sometimes it was really hard to guess their age.

At this time, the people attending the party had already finished their barbecue, drank their beer, and then the loud speakers were playing exciting dance music, and they were shouting and dancing in pairs.

Lin Xian, as a semi-professional dancer who had been trained by senior female students at Donghai University for several years, really watched it seriously for a while, and the final conclusion he came to was:

These people were completely just dancing randomly, he had overestimated them too much.

They didn't even bother to distinguish what kind of music was playing, they just twisted and turned with the same movements no matter what music was playing, it was just a matter of fast or slow frequency.

Happy, joyful.

Only these two points, nothing else was worth mentioning.

However...

Weren't the most original values of dance and music to provide happiness and joy?

"That's not bad either."

Lin Xian hummed softly:

"It's just too disturbing..."

This was probably the downside of booking a hotel in the suburbs. These locals had lived here for decades, and their families had lived here for generations, they were the bosses here.

Perhaps this party was some kind of regular ritual or fixed activity held by the locals. Therefore, Lin Xian, as an outsider, could only silently accept it.

Suddenly.

There was a violent coughing sound from the room next door, separated by a wall!

"Huang Que?"

Lin Xian left the window, came to the wall shared by the two rooms, stuck to it, and listened to the movements in the next room.

There was another violent coughing fit.

Just as Lin Xian was wondering whether or not to knock on the door to comfort her...

The coughing stopped.

He waited for a long time, but there was no more coughing.

Then there was a very slight rustling sound of walking, which could only be heard if he pressed his ear tightly against the wall due to the loud noise from the loudspeaker across the street.

Soon.

The rustling footsteps disappeared, replaced by the very loud sound of high heels.

"Now? Wearing high heels? Is Huang Que going out?"

Lin Xian turned his head again and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table.

The time showed 22:12.

Although this time wasn't too late and it was very lively outside, Huang Que had been walking around all day after all, so she must be very tired.

In addition, she had just coughed so violently, so it must be the same as before. Because of the space-time rejection, her body had received backlash and damage. Presumably, she had been kneeling on the ground weakly for a long time before finally standing up.

Shouldn't she take a good rest at this time to recuperate? Why was she going out again?

Just as Lin Xian was puzzled.

Click.

From the wall, the sound of the guest room door opening, then closing softly, and the sound of footsteps faded away.

Lin Xian changed his position to eavesdrop again.

But he found that the sound of the high heels didn't pass in front of his door to the elevator.

Instead, it was going to the other side of the corridor.

In other words...

Huang Que didn't plan to go out?

Otherwise, there was no reason not to take the elevator.

What was on the other side of the corridor...?

Lin Xian recalled that it seemed to be the stairs. Stairs for high-rise personnel to use in case of emergencies or elevator malfunctions.

Thinking of this.

Lin Xian suddenly understood.

He raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling.

The elevator couldn't go to the roof, but the stairs could. So, Huang Que most likely wanted to go to the roof.

But Lin Xian was still very curious. What was she doing running to the roof in the middle of the night when she should be sleeping well?

Sure enough.

In less than two minutes.

The very small but familiar sound of high heels came from the ceiling.

"I should still go take a look."

Huang Que had coughed so badly just now, Lin Xian was still a little worried.

He got up, put on his daytime sportswear, put on his shoes, took out his room card, twisted open the door, and came to the corridor.

Bang.

He closed the door gently.

Lin Xian also walked in the opposite direction of the elevator, towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

He came to the corner.

There were indeed two flights of stairs leading to the roof here, and the iron door leading to the roof was half-covered, swaying slightly with the night wind.

Obviously, Huang Que had just gone out from here.

Lin Xian came to the iron door and pushed it open—

The thin iron door was very light and smooth. Pushing it open so gently, it was quiet and didn't make a sound.

He followed the open iron door to the roof.

After all, it was the early spring night wind in a high-latitude area, so it was still a little cold. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance and didn't come out in his pajamas. If he pulled up the zipper of his sportswear now, he could withstand it.

After walking two steps forward and going around the equipment room and the stairwell, he saw Huang Que, dressed neatly in a windbreaker, with her black hair loose, standing with her hands in her pockets at the edge of the roof, looking towards the noisy party across the street.

At this moment.

The night wind blew Huang Que's hair, flying in the wind, blocking all the details of her facial features; because he was looking from behind, the wide windbreaker also covered all the details of her figure.

It was just this limited posture and back view...

That made Lin Xian momentarily at a loss, as if he saw Zhao Yingjun.

Sure enough.

A person's standing habits and temperament will never change. This is something engraved in their bones.

He walked towards Huang Que.

After getting closer, the other party heard his voice. She still had her hands in her pockets and didn't turn around. She just twisted the hair that was blown by the wind to the side, turned her head, and smiled slightly:

"Lin Xian, can't you sleep either?"

Lin Xian nodded and pointed to the aboriginals on the roof across the street, singing, dancing, shouting, and screaming:

"Their music is too noisy. Are you... okay?"

Huang Que shook her head:

"I'm fine."

She said softly and turned her head back.

But even so... Lin Xian still noticed it.

The ghostly blue circle in her eyes had really dimmed a lot.

In the past.

Lin Xian always had this illusion during the day, thinking that Huang Que's blue eyes were not as bright as before.

But every night, because the surrounding light dimmed, the light in Huang Que's eyes seemed to be the same as always.

But today was different.

Even at night, even in the middle of the night, even though there wasn't a single lamp on this six-story roof.

But under the contrast of such darkness.

The blue light in Huang Que's eyes still only seemed to be there or not, like a broken, poorly connected light bulb.

Lin Xian couldn't help but worry.

Would Huang Que's eyes... recover?

To this day, Lin Xian had roughly figured out the pattern of Huang Que's eye brightness.

Every time she was subjected to space-time rejection or forced avoidance, her eyes would dim a lot, or even go out completely and turn black.

After that, as long as she recovered for a period of time, she would always recover to a brightness that was not much different from the original.

This mechanism was very magical. Roughly, this was the pattern.

...

Huang Que didn't speak again.

She just looked at the dancing crowd on the roof across the street with concentration and seriousness.

Lin Xian continued to walk forward, approaching her.

He then discovered that the moonlight in Copenhagen was really bright. There was no harm without comparison. Was it because the latitude was higher and the atmosphere was thinner?

Denmark was located farther north on Earth than the northernmost part of the Dragon Kingdom.

In some cases, rare aurora could be seen here.

Or...

Was it because Copenhagen was closer to the moon than Donghai City? So the moon looked bigger, rounder, and brighter?

But that was nonsense.

In the face of the 380,000-kilometer Earth-Moon distance, this mere few thousand kilometers of distance was insignificant and could be ignored.

Lin Xian stepped on the moonlight and walked into Huang Que's shadow.

The moonlight shone on her loose hair, covering it with a layer of white gauze and frost.

This was the first time Lin Xian had seen Huang Que's hair loose.

Not only her...

Even Zhao Yingjun, Lin Xian had never seen her hair loose.

These two people's hairstyles were usually either tied up, braided, or bound, always so formal.

Just like now, even though she was just coming to the roof for a walk, Huang Que was still wearing high heels and a tastefully chosen inner layer, and even... the sapphire earrings were in place as promised, never absent.

She probably only let her hair down when she was sleeping, right?

Lin Xian thought so.

Actually, it wasn't bad to have it loose. It made her look younger and added a touch of gentleness and kindness.

He went around and went from behind Huang Que to her left hand side.

He was very curious.

What was she looking at?

What was there to see in the "barbaric" party of those foreigners?

Lin Xian also looked over there again.

It was cold at high altitudes, but the view was very good. Compared to peeking through the window in the room just now, standing on the roof now allowed him to have a full view of the entire party scene across the street.

There were a total of about fifty or sixty people, which could be considered a very large gathering in the suburbs of Northern Europe.

Along the edge of the roof, there were neatly placed empty beer bottles and foreign wine bottles, many, many of them. He really didn't know how much these people had drunk.

The men and women were all very happy and lively. Everyone looked familiar and there were no restraints.

If it wasn't a family gathering, then it was probably a gathering of close friends, and the atmosphere was quite joyful.

At this time, the style of the music in the loudspeaker had changed again, and it was an exotic dance tune.

Lin Xian couldn't understand it. It was beyond his scope of knowledge.

In the general education courses at Donghai University, only normal, common social dances were taught, and ethnic dances were not involved.

The world was vast. There were many ethnic groups and many kinds of ethnic dances. It was impossible to learn all of them.

Lin Xian then noticed...

Huang Que's eyes had been focused on those dancing people.

Was it rare?

Or did she want to appreciate some exotic customs?

But these people's dances were too bad... They had no artistry or beauty at all.

Moreover.

Huang Que was not someone who liked crowds, and she probably wasn't someone who liked parties or social dancing.

Even...

Did she like interacting with people?

Whether it was Zhao Yingjun or Huang Que, the most intuitive feeling they gave people was [loneliness].

VV had once commented on Zhao Yingjun:

"It's hard for me to describe that feeling, but every time I see the way Zhao Yingjun looks at you, I can only feel loneliness. I suddenly realized... Have you noticed? Zhao Yingjun is always alone, whether it's work, life, or even rest, she is always alone."

"She is so independent and so confident. She is a completely different type from Chu Anqing."

"She seems very rich, but she has nothing. Originally, I always thought that Chu Anqing was a little girl, a little girl who needed care; but I don't think so now. I think Zhao Yingjun is the real little girl... Even though she is already 25 years old this year, she is glamorous, heroic, but still as lonely as a child."

...

Similarly, Chu Anqing had also described Huang Que:

"Have you noticed? Sister Huang Que is always alone. She... she is like a wind that doesn't belong to this world. No matter where she blows, she has no sense of belonging and doesn't belong anywhere."

"Her phone never rings, neither the ringtone nor the WeChat ringtone... She really doesn't seem to have any family, friends, social life, or anyone to chat with."

"She always seems so reliable and capable in front of us, and she can handle everything. But these things can't change her loneliness. She seems like she's not from this world... Helpless, without a friend to talk to or chat with."

...

Lin Xian lowered his head, looking at the lively and festive crowd.

Did Huang Que sometimes envy these things?

Envy these people for having families, friends, liveliness, and happiness.

Envy them for being able to attend parties, shout and scream recklessly, and twist together and dance without regard for their image.

Just then.

The exciting exotic dance music came to an abrupt end. Before the crowd dancing on the roof across the street had time to stop, a soothing music began.

This music...

Lin Xian couldn't help but prick up his ears.

He wasn't mistaken.

This was the interlude from the Marvel series movie, *Captain America*, "It's Been a Long Long Time".

"It's Been a Long Long Time."

This seemed to be a sentence that Huang Que would say every time she met him.

Every time, it had been a long time.

In the superhero movie *Captain America*, Captain America and a female agent, Peggy Carter, met and fell in love, but because of a twist of fate, the two of them did not finish the blues dance at the dance party.

Later, the war broke out.

Captain America was frozen at the bottom of the sea for more than 70 years. When he woke up, the world had already entered the rapidly developing 21st century.

He was still that handsome young man, and time had not flowed on him.

But Peggy Carter was different.

Peggy Carter, who was in her nineties, had long become a haggard old lady lying in bed and on the verge of death.

Time was so cruel.

Never looking back, never slowing down.

Having missed the opportunity to dance that time, the superhero Captain America and the legendary female agent Peggy Carter... they would never be able to finish that blues song.

Just like their meeting 70 years later, the passing time and 70 years of painful thoughts could only be transformed into a light...

"It's been a long time."

...

Lin Xian turned around.

Facing Huang Que.

He raised his right hand, his palm facing up, making an inviting gesture:

"Do you want to dance?"

Huang Que turned her head in surprise.

She blinked her eyes.

She looked at Lin Xian incredulously and laughed inexplicably:

"Are you inviting me? It seems this kind of invitation is not very formal."

Lin Xian smiled slightly, understanding what she meant.

He took a step back, bent his body slightly, and raised the gentleman's gesture that he used to invite countless senior female students at Donghai University to dance in the general education courses, skilled and elegant:

"Madam, may I have this dance?"

Huang Que seemed amused, turned her head, looking at the sky, looking at the moonlight.

But finally...

She turned her head back, her eyes softening.

She stretched out her right hand.

Her fingertips touched Lin Xian's palm:

"That's more like it."

Across the street, the music from the loudspeaker seemed to become gentle, no longer disturbing, and as pleasant as a lullaby.

The rhythm of the blues was very slow, a kind of slow waltz.

There was no magnificent hall here, only the moonlight on the noisy old town roof.

There was no elegant dress here, only Lin Xian in sportswear and Huang Que in a windbreaker.

There were no exquisite dance steps here, only blues waltz steps that neither of them were very skilled at.

But it didn't matter.

Lin Xian suddenly felt that his feelings in the room downstairs were correct.

Dance and music.

It should be like this.

This was the purest art.

Without borders, without class, without distinction between noble and lowly.

Pure art brought only purity.

Lin Xian took Huang Que's hand and spun her in the moonlight. The clouds floating in the sky danced with them; on this simple but clean roof, it seemed that regret and loneliness merged together with the rotation, transcended the boundaries of time and space, and shook hands and made peace.

There was no applause,

No cheers,

No audience,

Even the background music was borrowed from others.

But...

It could be seen that Huang Que was very happy, and her smile was much lighter than usual:

"I really didn't expect you to take the initiative to invite someone to dance."

"This is also the first time." Lin Xian let go of Huang Que's right hand, letting her spin in the music with her high heels, and then grabbed her right hand again and pulled her back:

"I'm not very good at these things."

"So..."

Huang Que blinked her eyes, and the blue light in her pupils slowly recovered:

"You used to be invited to dance by women? That's not very gentlemanly. Never let a woman take the initiative to invite you to dance."

"So didn't I take the initiative now?" Lin Xian took a step forward and smiled:

"Is it very bad to dance in a place like this?"

Humph.

Huang Que gave a meaningful chuckle, took back the forward dance step, and put her palm in Lin Xian's palm, completing a half-circle gliding step:

"I read a sentence that said that no matter how embarrassing things are, as long as someone is willing to be embarrassed with you, you won't feel embarrassed."

"Similarly, no matter how bad things are, as long as someone is willing to be bad with you, it's not really bad."

"You're still so enigmatic." Lin Xian said softly:

"But you dance very well. I didn't expect you to dance this song... How should I say it? This song is not a traditional dance song. It's relatively new. It only came out a few years ago, but your rhythm is very accurate."

"Because I've seen that movie."

Huang Que looked at Lin Xian with a smile:

"*Captain America*, right? Even though I'm not interested in this kind of superhero movie, I still insisted on watching several sequels."

Lin Xian was a little surprised:

"If you don't like it, why watch it? Why torture yourself?"

"You can't say that, Lin Xian."

Huang Que completed the final rotation in the ending cosine, stopped the dance step, and stood in place, looking at Lin Xian one step away.

The final music of the ending rose and then stopped abruptly.

A song ended.

Huang Que also ended the final pose, retracted her fingers, stood up straight, and looked at Lin Xian a step away.

"Even if you don't like Copenhagen, didn't you still come?"

She smiled and lowered her head, then took a step back.

Then, she straightened her coat, tucked all the hair that was blown by the wind behind her ears, and refocused on Lin Xian:

"Thank you for dancing with me. I'm very happy."

"It's getting late. Let's go back and rest. There are many places to visit tomorrow."

After saying that, she stepped on her high heels again and walked lightly towards the roof stairwell.

When she entered the stairwell iron door.

She turned her head and took one last look at Lin Xian:

"Good night, Lin Xian... Have a good dream."

...

The next day.

Everything was as usual.

Lin Xian and Huang Que visited many places in downtown Copenhagen, museums, art galleries, and they were very lucky to encounter the National Opera performing at the Grand Theater, and they enjoyed this unknown art.

In the evening, the two ate at a restaurant that was well-reviewed locally.

Unexpectedly, the taste was very good.

At least Lin Xian felt that it tasted much better than the food yesterday.

Just...

Huang Que seemed a little absent-minded.

Not only did she not eat much food,

She also went to the bathroom several times.

Her eyes often wandered and she looked out the window in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xian put down his knife and fork and asked.

Huang Que was silent for a while and withdrew her gaze from outside the window:

"There is another attraction that I want to see."

"Okay."

Lin Xian said casually:

"Now?"

Huang Que nodded.

Lin Xian didn't take it seriously and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth:

"Then let's take a taxi. There are taxis at the door. By the way... what attraction do you want to go to?"

Although Copenhagen was a big city, it wasn't that big. Lin Xian thought that they had already visited all the famous attractions in the past two days. Was there anything that they had missed?

"The Little Mermaid statue."

Huang Que said:

"It's the Little Mermaid statue by the sea on the promenade that we saw yesterday."

Lin Xian was a little surprised:

"Yes... Didn't we already go there yesterday? Do you want to see it again?"

"Yes."

Huang Que smiled:

"I also told you at the Andersen Cemetery, right? I really like the fairy tale "The Little Mermaid", so... let's go see that little mermaid again."

"Although we did see it yesterday, it's rare to come to Copenhagen once. Wouldn't it be a little regretful if we didn't leave a single photo?"

She raised her head, her ghostly blue pupils as bright as ever, and looked at Lin Xian across from her:

"Can you take a picture of me at the Little Mermaid statue?"

"At least it will be a souvenir, representing... that I have been here."