Finally, after sulking for a full two hours, the Flower God returned to the room in a huff, cradling the lamb chop Fang Ze had brought her, taking big mouthfuls... savoring them several times.
Once she had drawn out all the flavors and satisfied her craving, the Flower God dashed to the bed and lay on Fang Ze, sinking into a deep sleep.
Even in her slumber, her face held a lingering pained expression, as if burdened by an unresolved worry.
Meanwhile, Fang Ze in the Late-Night Investigation Room observed her actions, his mind racing, trying to deduce the odd behavior of the Flower God tonight. Soon... he gleaned a bit of truth.
'She must have gone to Villa No. 8 and discovered some clues, right?'
'Or perhaps she heard about what I did in Emerald City and realized I am the instigator of her plight.'
With these thoughts, Fang Ze pondered for a moment more, feeling his assumptions were likely correct. Thus, he began planning how to deal with the situation.
