It presented this book to me; it was a deliberate act.
However, the ultimate outcome might not be what it wants to see.
Li Zhiyuan placed the book under his pillow, got out of bed, walked to the closet, and looked at himself in the mirror.
A feeling of strangeness?
But I have felt like a stranger to myself in the mirror for a long time.
Filthy and twisted emotions?
I also wish I had emotions for it to contaminate.
You say I'm like Wei Zhengdao, then is there a possibility...
Li Zhiyuan places his hand on the mirror, the reflection becomes blurry, seeming to turn into a stranger, of course, this is just Li Zhiyuan's own conjecture.
"Wei Zhengdao, and I, as well as Li Lan, suffer from the same ailment?"
...
Sleeping early and waking early, he woke up while it was still dark. Turning his head, it wasn't yet time for the girl to arrive.
