As Chisui watched, her mood improved.

The group of children walked close together, and the teacher bumped into them without noticing. One of the children, who was holding a balloon, was knocked to the ground and immediately looked miserable.

When Qian Sui saw this, he went over and helped the child up.

After helping the child up, Qian Sui reached out and patted the dust off his body, then squatted down to look him in the eye and asked, "Little friend, are you alright?"

The child shook her head and said innocently, "Thank you, sister, I'm fine."

As soon as the child finished speaking, he noticed Qian Sui's swollen forehead. He reached out and touched Qian Sui's forehead, saying, "Sister, you're injured."

The child was holding a balloon. He reached out to touch Qian Sui's forehead, and the balloon slipped from his hand and began to float upwards.

Chitose and the children all looked up at the balloon that had flown away.

There was a large elevator in the center of the mall, surrounded by glass. When Chitose looked up, she could see the elevator going up.

The person in the elevator was Ling Shen, dressed in a black suit.

Qian Sui's eyes flickered, and her gaze fixed on Ling Shen, who was slowly ascending in the elevator.

Ling Shen seemed to have seen Qian Sui as well, or perhaps he was just observing the people in this area.

He rode the elevator slowly upwards, his expression as indifferent as a god in the heavens, his eyes carrying a hint of contempt for all living beings.

The children around her burst into silvery laughter, but everything around her gradually shrank in Qian Sui's ears. In her eyes and ears, there was only one Ling Shen to be seen, and everything around her faded.