In memory, Oliver usually showed this kind of flattering look when he had a request—such as asking for an advance on his salary or seeking help.
"What's the matter?"
Lu Li's gaze lingered on Oliver's Lean Monkey-like face.
On that day in the real world, Oliver did indeed come. So, was his purpose in the Emerald Dream the same?
"Mrs. Slav wants to apologize for her rashness that day..." Oliver carefully observed Lu Li's expression, but he found it hard to discern anything from that calm and handsome face.
Lu Li was also observing Oliver. He wasn't holding Mrs. Slav's love letter.
It seems the situation has taken a different turn.
"It's nothing." Lu Li indicated he didn't mind. He was contemplating whether to let Oliver stay, despite how insignificant that seemed.
After all, he was dead; keeping him would be no different than filling the stomach with sea breeze, except intentionally doing it for the Emerald Dream to see.
