"Are you her?"
Shen Lang knew what he was asking: was she the person from the story.
She let out a cheerful laugh and said, "Of course I'm her, but I'm also more than just her."
Zhang Binghua couldn't grasp the deeper meaning of her words right away, but it was enough to reveal a few things.
His gaze deepened. He turned his head and said, "...If what you're about to say crosses some kind of line, then don't."
He had a gut feeling that if he let her continue, something terrible would happen.
With that thought, he stood up. "I trust that everything else that needs to be said is already written on this paper."
Shen Lang glanced at him sideways but said nothing.
"Get some rest."
The sound of footsteps reaching her ears gradually faded away... Zhang Binghua was gone.
She sat quietly on the bed alone, facing a pitch-black void that seemed to harbor a slumbering, savage beast. Her figure was thin and frail, solitary, haggard, and weak.
