Some of them were Xia Shuhua's former close friends. They were very close and shared each other's joys and sorrows. Those sincere feelings made her feel extremely unfamiliar.

There were also fragments of her past life, her figure strolling through the streets and alleys, her busy appearance at work... These memories came flooding back, leaving her mind in chaos, as if she were caught in a tangled mess of thoughts, with countless ideas clashing wildly in her mind, causing her immense pain.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and pain. She clutched her head tightly with both hands, trying to stop the flood of memories, but it was all in vain.

Xia Shuqin only saw that her face was as pale as freshly fallen snow, without any color, as if all her life force had been drained away.

He covered his head with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged like twisted earthworms.

Veins bulged on his forehead like angry little snakes, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor with a "plop plop," splashing up tiny water droplets and leaving dark marks on the dusty floor.

Xia Shuqin opened her mouth as if to say something with some concern, but Xia Wan stopped her.

Xia Shuqin's eyes were full of worry and confusion. She looked at the "younger sister" in front of her, her heart filled with incomprehension, not understanding why she had suddenly become like this.

Because she heard the system's cold, mechanical voice again: [Detected that Xia Shuhua is about to wake up, but Zhou Jing's soul is still conscious, so it will be difficult for Xia Shuhua to wake up.]

Xia Wan's brows furrowed slightly, forming a shallow "川" shape, as she quickly considered how to deal with the situation.

Her gaze was fixed on "Xia Shuhua," like a cheetah eyeing its prey, not missing a single subtle change in her expression, not even the slightest tremor of her eyelids or the slightest twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She frantically recalled the information the system had previously provided, trying to find a breakthrough to help Xia Shuhua wake up smoothly.

Xia Wan's eyes revealed a hint of anxiety. She knew that time was of the essence and she had to come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise everything would be doomed.

Just when Zhou Jing was about to give up, Xia Wan suddenly quickened her pace and rushed to her like a gust of wind. Her speed was so fast that it created a breeze that made Zhou Jing's hair flutter gently.

Xia Wan stared intently into her eyes, her gaze sharp as an eagle's, as if she could see through every trace of fear in her heart.

She shouted, "Zhou Jing, how long are you going to keep up this pretense?"

This question, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed in the small, cramped room, making the air seem to tremble and buzz, filling the entire room with this powerful sound wave, as if it would crack the walls of the room.

Xia Wan's voice was firm and powerful, each word like a cannonball, striking deep into Zhou Jing's heart.

Zhou Jing's body trembled violently, as if struck by a high-voltage current. All the muscles in her body tensed instantly, each muscle like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

A flicker of terror crossed her eyes—the extreme fear of having her lie exposed, as if the end of the world was imminent.

Her pupils contracted sharply, as if searching for a glimmer of light in the darkness, only to see endless despair.

She wanted to retort, her lips trembling slightly, but her throat felt as if it were blocked by a wad of cotton, or as if it were being tightly gripped by a pair of invisible hands, unable to utter a sound. She could only let out a few weak "uh-uh" sounds, like the mournful cries of a trapped beast, which sounded particularly desolate in the silent room.

Zhou Jing's body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with helplessness, like a lamb to the slaughter. Under this powerful offensive, her psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Xia Wan pressed her advantage, continuing, "Do you think you can get away with this by possessing your aunt's body? Your every move has already given you away. Now that her soul is about to awaken, do you think you can still escape?"

Each word was like a sharp, gleaming dagger, piercing straight into Zhou Jing's heart, leaving it riddled with holes.

Her words seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a hint of anger and disdain. Each syllable was like a bullet, accurately hitting Zhou Jing's vitals.

Xia Wan's face was full of anger and determination. She looked at Zhou Jing as if she were looking at a heinous criminal. She wanted to use her words to completely tear Zhou Jing's pretense apart.

Zhou Jing's legs began to weaken, her knees buckled, and she could no longer support her body weight, collapsing to the ground.

His eyes were filled with despair, a deep, helpless despair, as if he were in an endless abyss of darkness, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

Her body was curled up in a ball, like a wounded wild animal, completely powerless to resist under this powerful attack, and could only let fate dictate her fate.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands hanging limply to the ground, as if declaring her defeat to the world.

Zhou Jing's eyes were empty and lifeless. She stared ahead as if she could see her own end, her heart filled with regret and despair.

At this moment, Xia Shuhua's soul struggled more and more violently in the depths of her consciousness, as if she were engaged in a life-or-death battle.

Her soul collided violently with Zhou Jing's soul, generating a powerful energy fluctuation that filled the entire room with an eerie atmosphere.

The atmosphere in the room became even more eerie, and the lights seemed to be affected by this strange force, flickering like a candle flame about to go out, swaying in the darkness.

The shadows cast on the wall were menacing and constantly changing shape with the flickering light, like a group of evil spirits from hell dancing wildly in the room, filling the entire room with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The temperature in the room seemed to be dropping rapidly, giving one a chilling feeling, as if they were in an ice cellar.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, making it hard to breathe, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching everything from the darkness.

Xia Shuqin looked at Xia Wan in surprise, her eyes wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets, her face full of disbelief: "Wanwan, what do you mean?"

What Zhou Jing? What possession of her body? These words were like a fairy tale to her. She couldn't understand what was going on at all. She felt as if she were in a bizarre dream and couldn't wake up.

Her mind went blank, filled with doubt and fear. She could only stare blankly at everything before her, at a loss for what to do.

Xia Shuqin's body trembled slightly. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, trying to find a sense of security in this chaotic world, but it was all in vain. She could only wait for the answer in this endless fear.