The lamplight cast dappled, flickering shadows in the room, swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of mystery to the surroundings, as if stepping into a forgotten, enigmatic world.

Zhou Jing, a soul that shouldn't be here, is now wantonly possessing Xia Shuhua's body.

She crossed her legs, her raised legs swinging back and forth, leaning against the worn-out sofa, which creaked under the weight as if in pain.

Her eyes gleamed with the smugness and arrogance of possessing another's body; every gesture was haughty and unruly, every movement filled with provocation.

A mocking smile played on her lips, a smile full of disdain for everything around her. It seemed that in her eyes, this body, this room, and even the whole world were under her control, and she was completely in the posture of a victor, as if she were announcing her absurd "victory" to the world. Her laughter echoed in the oppressive room, sounding particularly jarring.

However, Xia Shuqin's words were like a series of meticulously crafted, extremely sharp blades, piercing straight into her seemingly unbreakable inner defenses.

"Shuhua, Wanwan is right. You really seem like a different person lately. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Xia Shuqin's eyes were sharp and piercing, as if they could see through appearances and see through all the hidden secrets. She stared intently at her younger sister, not missing a single subtle change in her expression.

She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly raised her chin, and her straight back exuded an unassailable aura, like a majestic statue.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, resounding and carrying a strong sense of pressure, echoing in the silent room.

The certainty and determination in his tone were like the biting wind carrying a blizzard in the dead of winter, making the air seem to freeze instantly and sending chills down one's spine.

This powerful aura made Zhou Jing panic. A strong sense of dizziness suddenly struck her without warning, as if an invisible and powerful hand was stirring wildly in her head, disrupting her originally clear thoughts.

Her body swayed involuntarily, like a withered leaf drifting in a storm, completely out of control. Her hands flailed wildly, her fingernails leaving sharp marks on the edge of the table, which was particularly eerie in the silent space.

She managed to grab the table and steady herself so as not to fall to the ground in a disheveled state. Her hair was disheveled from the earlier panic, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead.

Just then, a crisp knocking sound suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap in the silence, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

The knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the otherwise silent and oppressive space, each knock striking heavily on everyone's hearts, making their hearts beat faster, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Seeing her younger sister looking unsteady and uncomfortable, Xia Shuqin felt disgusted, mixed with anger and confusion towards the "imposter" in front of her. However, the bond of blood ties that had bound her together for many years made her hurry to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Xia Shuqin saw Xia Wan standing in the doorway. A look of surprise flashed across her face, her eyebrows rose slightly, and her eyes widened a little, filled with doubt: "Wanwan, what brings you here? Do you need to see your aunt?"

She muttered to herself, those words she had spoken in Shuhua's room were all at Xia Wan's behest. But why had this little girl come over so quickly? Could it be that she had discovered something more crucial? Her gaze swept back and forth across Xia Wan's face, trying to find a clue in her expression.

Xia Wan's gaze passed over Xia Shuqin and landed on Zhou Jing, who was draped in Xia Shuhua's body inside the room. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile at just the right moment. She said softly, "I was just passing by and saw that my aunt seemed to be feeling unwell, so I came to check on her."

Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers in spring, full of tenderness. But to Zhou Jing, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in her heart that lingered for a long time.

Those seemingly caring words seemed to carry some mysterious power, drilling straight into Zhou Jing's heart, disturbing her mind, and making her already flustered heart even more uneasy.

Upon hearing Xia Wan's voice, Zhou Jing felt even more dizzy, as if countless needles were pricking her temples, causing her to almost cry out in pain.

She subconsciously reached up to touch her forehead, her brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the worn floor.

A flicker of panic and fear flashed in his eyes, and his previously arrogant demeanor was instantly suppressed by most of it. His body trembled slightly, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Xia Wan appeared outwardly calm, with a faint smile on her face, and her demeanor was elegant and composed, exuding a maturity beyond her years.

Her eyes were clear and firm, as if she had already figured out the situation in this chaotic state.

But just then, a cold, electronic voice suddenly rang in her mind: [New soul fluctuation detected.]

Xia Wan felt a chill run down her spine. The voice was all too familiar; it was the system that had always been with her.

Although the voice was cold, it gave her a strange sense of peace in this eerie situation, as if a bright light had appeared in the darkness, guiding her and allowing her to see a glimmer of hope in this foggy predicament.

She mentally asked the system, "What's going on with this new soul fluctuation?"

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