Sublime

“At finding people? Of course.” “Great. Help me find a person. A woman in her early twenties. This is part of the plan.” “Nationality? Name? Address?” “None. The possibility that she even exists in the world is low.” Shi Qiang looked at him, and after a few seconds said, “You dreamed her?” Luo Ji nodded. “Daydreams, too.” Shi Qiang nodded, too, the

“That I’d be coming to work, of course.” She flashed him that innocent smile that dashed his heart to pieces. “Mr. Luo, what will I be working on?” “What did you study?” “Traditional painting, at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.” “Ah. Have you graduated?”