Her eyes remained alert, observing the reactions of those around her, while her mind raced, trying to devise a solution to mask the turmoil raging within her.
"What is this thing?" Zhou Jing asked deliberately in a nonchalant, even slightly contemptuous tone, her voice trembling slightly, but her eyes were uncontrollably fixed on the cover of the diary, revealing an undisguised curiosity, as if the diary were a mysterious treasure box.
Xia Wan acted as if she hadn't heard anything, ignoring Zhou Jing's pretentious posturing.
Her gaze was fixed on Zhou Jing, not missing a single subtle change in her expression.
While she was flipping through her diary, Xia Wan anxiously called out to the system in her heart, her voice filled with an almost devout expectation: "System, quickly check Xia Shuhua's soul and see if there are any signs that she is about to wake up!"
She knew in her heart that this might just be a futile attempt, but at this moment, she really had no better way. Like a traveler groping in the dark, she could only place her hopes on this seemingly hopeless attempt.
Soon, the system's cold, mechanical voice rang in Xia Wan's mind: [Host, no soul fluctuations detected.]
Xia Wan's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this answer, and she did not show any disappointment.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey, continuing to closely observe Zhou Jing's every move.
She knew that this was only the beginning, and the road to awakening Xia Shuhua's soul was long and arduous, like climbing a towering snow-capped mountain, requiring immense patience and unwavering perseverance.
At this moment, the others in the room gradually calmed down, and they looked at each other with doubt and confusion in their eyes.
Some frowned slightly, seemingly trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind Xia Wan's actions; some stared wide-eyed, their faces full of surprise; and others whispered among themselves.
Although no one knew what Xia Wan's intention was in taking out that diary, perhaps they were infected by her serious and earnest expression, or perhaps they were hoping for a turning point in their hearts, everyone tacitly chose to remain silent and did not go forward to disturb her, for fear of breaking this delicate balance.
Under the dim, yellowish light of the Xia family's old house, everything was shrouded in a hazy glow, indistinct and dreamlike. The flickering light seemed as if it might go out at any moment, adding a touch of mystery and eeriness to the entire scene.
An old diary lay quietly open on the table, its pages reflecting a faint light that flickered on and off, as if beckoning everyone to explore its secrets.
Zhou Jing, the uninvited guest who had usurped Xia Shuhua's body, frowned deeply, her brows forming a deep "川" shape, her wrinkles seemingly concealing countless doubts and resentments.
His eyes sparkled with curiosity and doubt, as if he wanted to see through the diary, staring intently at every word, line by line, carefully scrutinizing every detail.
Her fingers gently rubbed the pages, making a soft rustling sound that echoed in the quiet room. She flipped through them, but after a long time, she found nothing particularly special.
"What is this thing? Why are you showing it to me?" Zhou Jing finally couldn't contain her frustration, which was like boiling water about to overflow.
She looked up at Xia Wan, her tone filled with impatience, her voice sharp and piercing, as if it were about to tear through the air.
Her eyes still held a hint of annoyance, as if questioning Xia Wan for teasing her like this, her gaze burning with anger.
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