"Has your superpower...lost control even more?" You Ruirui paused for a moment before asking.
Just as she lifted her head earlier, she caught a glimpse of faint electric arcs lingering in the darkness through the rearview mirror, and Gu Qiye's appearance was off too—his head hung low, face pale like a paper figure.
"Not to that extent, not to the point of losing control," Gu Qiye said softly. "I'm just conducting a simple test. Perhaps if I use the black electric type more often, it'll gradually become more stable. That way, it won't fail during actual combat."
"Is that so," replied You Ruirui.
She glanced up slightly from her tablet, looking at the young man seated behind her. The lights in the cabin were off, casting shadows over his face from the back seat. For some reason, his expression vaguely conveyed a feeling of struggle and pain.
At this moment, Gu Qiye's mind was in turmoil.
