Lan Qisheng finally emerged from his trance, jolted back to reality by the weary sound of Sian's exasperated sigh—a blend of frustration and impatience that loomed in the room like a tempest on the horizon.
Who could blame him, really? What rational adult would entertain the idea of superheroes and fairy tales?
Yet, he felt a flicker of concern for Sian, not wanting to dismiss his feelings outright.
"My love," Lan Qisheng said gently, his voice wrapping around them like a soothing balm. "Even if it defies logic, I promise to keep your warning in mind. I'll do my best to believe you. Just give me some time. It's a challenge for a man who has devoted his entire life to the immutable principles of physics to suddenly accept the existence of individuals who can wield fire and ice as if they were playing with toys."
Sian: "..."
"Pfft—Lan Qisheng, are you really that naive? Who in their right mind would buy into tales of people manipulating fire and water? Hahaha! You absolute fool."
