If one were to say that the flickering candlelight danced with the wind, casting shadows that overlapped and shifted, it might be due to the dimness of the night, perhaps a trick of the eyes. But this voice, Mo Shengge could not mistake.

In the world she saw, there were few she admired, and even fewer she feared. She could not be mistaken, nor could she mishear. This was the voice of Mister Forgetting Worries, resonant and clear like the strings of a zither.

Mo Shengge's eyes flickered with changing emotions as her thoughts raced through her mind. First came shock and confusion, a hint of panic, and then gradually, she calmed, her chest rising and falling.

Finally, she fixed her gaze and couldn't help but ask in a startled voice, "Mister, how are you still alive?"