Chapter 2758: Chapter 2753: Conversation on the 13th (10)

The scenery is indeed nice, the location indeed remote, and the style indeed luxurious.

The entire sanatorium is built along the mountain, resulting in many ramps and steps.

But it also brings benefits, making the layout more apparent.

After leaving the oppressive style building, Fu Qian’s attention was immediately drawn to the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Even though the sky seemed to be dimming, the light created a special refraction effect, making the snow glaringly white.

With the widened view, a feeling of purity and serenity instantly surged from the top of the head, washing away all feelings of malevolence.

From this perspective, the building behind was undoubtedly suitable as a confinement room.

No matter how it was remodeled inside, the first outside view would create the impact of returning from the dead.

Especially from this angle, the entire building genuinely shared some similar aura.

Though the exterior was exquisitely luxurious, the lighting was extremely stingy, seemingly creating a giant darkroom.

The room he was just in was already rare in that it allowed a view outside.

Fortunately, this peculiar aura seemed confined to this part of the sanatorium; other buildings appeared much more normal.

In fact, at a glance, the luxurious style seemed even more pronounced, unconsciously conveying a ’poor people keep out’ vibe.

No wonder, doesn’t it just match Lady Trish and her companions’ aura?

Plus, poverty is a relative concept; in theory, even wearing this outfit, he played the role of a top-tier customer here.

From this position, he could already see more refined independent residences hidden beneath the sanatorium’s tallest main building.

For Fu Qian, the biggest advantage was easily plotting a route from here.

It not only bypassed the main building where the chief doctor’s office was but also offered lovely scenery along the way.

Of course, even this wouldn’t allow complete invisibility under the still-not-dim-enough light—

"Did you take the wrong path? Shouldn’t you not be here?"

Before walking too far, Fu Qian was stopped by a voice.

Looking towards the source, he saw a young woman dressed in a cotton dress, staring with a puzzled look.

...

This one did have some sanatorium aura.

Didn’t mind the strange familiarity of the other, Fu Qian stopped and silently assessed the one blocking his path.

He had noticed her before, just not expecting she would actively talk.

From her appearance, she seemed no older than 25, with soft hair cut very short, barely reaching her shoulders, held by a simple hairpin.

Her slightly pale face held unusually bright eyes.

In Fu Qian’s view, they appeared too bright for a mundane person, much less one likely to approach a passerby.

Yet, as he brushed past, she had caught something, causing the annoyance of being overly noticed.

"It seems so, hence I’m attempting to find the correct path back."

Fu Qian casually agreed with her assessment, even pointing a finger into the distance, indifferent to disclosing his intended direction.

"I see, apart from staff, it’s inadvisable to approach here lately."

The response was unexpectedly mild; after receiving an answer, she appeared satisfied, even turning to walk alongside him.

"But you still approached."

Fu Qian did not mind but reminded her she seemed as ill-suited as him to staff attire.

"Yes, I took the wrong path too."

The hairpin girl replied astonishingly earnestly, nodding that the earlier question was not an interrogation but shared sentiment.

"I tend to have this problem, forgetting the path as I walk."

...

A fellow traveler appeared inexplicably, which, in theory, wasn’t a bad thing.

He didn’t question her simple explanation, as Fu Qian himself didn’t offer any, only admitting fault.

Even her presence seemed troublesome, yet for someone like him who didn’t expect to remain unnoticed entirely, it brought more benefits than not.

"I wouldn’t call it a problem. To me, the premise of a sanatorium is accommodating such behavior at least."

As reciprocity, Fu Qian casually comforted with a word.

"Do you genuinely think so? I always comfort myself with that reason."

The hairpin girl seemed a bit surprised, covering her mouth as she spoke.

Despite voicing encountering a kindred spirit, it imparted a sense of added caution.

"This isn’t a reason, it’s a rationale. Otherwise, a sanatorium is merely a large prison."

Fu Qian firmly confirmed his viewpoint, speaking leisurely and at ease, unconcerned about the path ahead.

Even so, from the corner of his eye, he noticed the thin scar on the inside of the hairpin girl’s wrist.

Clearly left by extreme actions, making her unique aura seem more plausible.

For those who have undertaken similar actions, such coincidence in viewpoints likely warranted extra wariness, also a common trait.

Clearly, she didn’t want this lost person to be lurking here, intent on counseling her.

Fu Qian easily empathized with her displayed behaviors, yet it was followed by doubt—

This woman seemed to have been here for some time, yet didn’t know the columnist who had once caused a big scene in the sanatorium?

From the start, she had seemingly never questioned his identity, and her gaze only felt empty.

...

"It sounds very reasonable. Suddenly, I feel more at ease."

The hairpin girl genuinely pondered Fu Qian’s words, after a moment resolving her doubts, even smiling.

"Apparently, I should have taken Huo’s advice to visit at your place with the others back then."

But she quickly showed regret, as if missed the opportunity of a lifetime.

Oh? Clearly, these honorable titles weren’t just due to politeness?

From her words, Fu Qian acquired poignant insight.

Immediately, she seemed to mistake him for someone of considerable status.

Why? Because he was playing the role of someone of considerable status.

"It doesn’t matter, there’s still time now."

Fu Qian glanced at his clothing, signaling no need for regret.

"It’s a bit late, I have to return by 6."

The hairpin girl interpreted this as an invitation, though politely declined with a shy smile.

"What’s with your clothes? It seems torn somewhere."

Before Fu Qian could respond, she gestured at his collar area.

"It almost made me unable to recognize you at first."

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