Chapter 516: Freedom

Chapter 516: Freedom

“Who?” Gao Yang pretended to not remember for a moment.

“Ms. Su, who taught the music appreciation class,” Mi Shi reminded him.

“Oh!” Gao Yang put on a look of realization. “She’s giving birth?”

“Yeah. Ms. Su told the class about the day she was expected to deliver before. I heard that she’s at the hospital now.” Mi Shi smiled. “I’m going to visit her. Do you think I should?”

No, you shouldn’t!

She’s just the instructor of an elective class you took. You aren’t that close, are you?

Gao Yang swallowed his comments and put on a careless expression. “If you wanna go, go.”

“But it’s a little inappropriate for me to visit on my own, isn’t it?” Mi Shi was a little embarrassed. “Why don’t you come with me, Little Gao? It’ll be more natural for two people to visit.”

Gao Yang hesitated a little.

Mi Shi chuckled. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that.” Gao Yang decided to speak honestly. “Ms. Su just teaches our elective class. We aren’t that close to her, are we?”

“I know.” Mi Shi nodded. “But for some reason, the first time I saw Ms. Su, I took an instant liking to her. It’s as if she’s my mentor in life.”

“Is that so?” Gao Yang hid his increasing wariness.

“Ever since I was a child, my parents told me that I had to study hard and become successful. I didn’t dare to relax for even a second, and outside of eating and sleeping, I was always studying. Finally, I got into a good college as I wished...”

Mi Shi smiled bitterly. “I continued to study hard after entering college. I had to find a good job and earn enough to buy a property in the city. Then I’d find a wife and have a kid. Only then would I be successful.”

Gao Yang stayed quiet.

“However...” Mi Shi’s gaze seemed a little lost. “Lately, I started to feel like that wasn’t what I wanted, but what my parents and those around me wanted me to strive for. What is it that I want? I don’t know...but not that. It’s disheartening when I realize that my life seems preplanned.”

Gao Yang sighed. “Yeah, that would be disheartening.”

“Meeting Ms. Su and attending her class, though, I feel like I’ve found an answer.” Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

“Really?” Gao Yang was tense again.

“Every time I went to her class and listened to her play the piano, I was happy, I felt satisfied from the bottom of my heart, like I’ve found my purpose in life.”

Since Black Tortoise’s death, the wanderers under control had been set free without the influence of Puppeteer. At first, it did undermine the operation of the Qilin Guild. Awakeners had gotten used to having wanderers providing the basic services, and they were momentarily lost when they had to do everything themselves.

It didn’t take long for them to get used to it though.

Gao Yang headed to one of the monitoring rooms on the second floor. Outside the door, Vermilion Bird, dressed in a long white coat, stood leaning against a wall with a hand in her pocket and the other hand holding a cigarette.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, she looked sideways at him, shaking some ash off her cigarette. “Here you are.”

“Got anything out of her?”

Vermilion Bird shrugged. “Nothing.”

“How so?”

Gao Yang didn’t understand. Even if Ke Yo didn’t want to open up to them, Qilin should be able to easily interrogate her with Eidos, and Ke Yo would cave.

Vermilion Bird could tell what he was thinking. Instead of giving him a straight answer, she said, “You can talk to her.”

Pushing aside his confusion, Gao Yang nodded. “Does she know about Edmond?”

Vermilion Bird shook her head.

Gao Yang opened the door and entered.

In the white, enclosed room, Ke Yo sat on a white bed, dressed in a simple layer of light blue patient garb. Her head hung low, and her hands and feet were put in Black Gold shackles with special enchantment, keeping her Talent sealed.

She didn’t react at all when the door opened, as if she was a mannequin without life. On her pale face, her eyes seemed blank, or lost.

“Ke Yo.” Gao Yang went up to the bed and pulled a foldable chair, sitting down. “We meet again.”

Ke Yo quietly looked up at him, looking numb.

Gao Yang lied, “If you don’t want Edmond to die, you better answer my question.”

Ke Yo didn’t react in any way, like she didn’t care whether Edmond lived or died.

Gao Yang knew a thing or two about reading microexpressions, and his instinct told him that she wasn’t acting.

A few seconds later, Ke Yo opened her mouth, speaking in a soft, hoarse voice. “Who’s Edmond?”

Gao Yang hid his surprise. He quickly came to a realization.

Ke Yo had lost her memory.