Won raised his brows, not the least bit surprised, and asked with a calm tone, “Professor Xiamo, do you mind if I take a seat on your couch?”
Wynn and Xiamo exchanged a brief glance. The old professor hesitated for a heartbeat before nodding.
“Ah—yes, of course. Please, sit down. Forgive my earlier insincerity.”
“Thanks,” Won muttered. He sat silently, sipping the tea placed before him. After a few moments, he set the cup down and spoke evenly, his gaze lifting to meet theirs.
“I think I made it clear during our last meeting—I know neither of you can possibly be human. So, stop looking so shocked.”
Professor Xiamo blinked and cleared his throat, lowering himself into the opposite chair. “Well,” he said carefully, “I am human. But… I’m not sure if I can say the same about Wynn.”
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