What truly surprised her, however, was that still, nothing happened.
Lan Zhui just gave an embarrassed laugh. 'That man... he hasn't changed a bit his whole life.'
"Oh, right. Young as I am, it's time for my blood pressure medicine," he said, standing up and walking slowly toward the kitchen.
Mai Mingle looked at her own palm. She had touched Lan Zhui, but there had been no consequences.
'What on earth is the Nest trying to do? Is it really just trying to make me relive my past? Giving me thirty minutes to grow old with Lan Zhui?'
Throughout all these "years," the infant Ivan had never once come out of his room. It was as if the moment Mai Mingle closed the door, he became nothing more than a background character.
At some point, the baby monitor had also fallen silent, grown dusty, and eventually disappeared completely.
