Zhou Qi came downstairs, but didn't walk around as he said.

Instead, I found a quiet, unpopulated corner, and sat down on a somewhat worn mushroom-shaped chair.

He still doesn't like being in a crowded and dangerous place, nor in a closed building.

In fact, this is not a habit or a disadvantage.

Rather...

It's like everyone goes back to a familiar place in their memory, and they can't help it in their minds

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