Jiang Xinli's brow furrowed slightly. Her fingers tapped gently on the table, one beat after another. "Even my parents couldn't detect it..."
'To be able to do that, starting from the age of five... unless...'
'Jiang Wanwan has a System!'
'Either it's a malicious System, one that would incite a young child to do bad things.'
'Or, it's a very powerful System, and Jiang Wanwan's actual mental age is older than five...'
'But, that was just a plot device she'd read about in novels from her past life.'
'If she hadn't actually transmigrated...'
'Then the idea of a System would sound rather unbelievable...'
Besides, she'd been an orphan for so many years. She had never enjoyed the warmth of parents, nor did she have any memories of them.
The word "parents" was more like a distant, illusory concept to her.
Although she still hadn't accepted the fact that she was the original host,
an inexplicable, sharp pain still twisted in her heart.
