Mu Xuewei felt cold all over, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.
At this moment she finally understood that she was just a pathetic substitute.
The man was looking through her face at Jiuchen, who had died five hundred years ago.
“But it’s still far from there.”
The man in black suddenly let go, and Mu Xuewei staggered back.
A black notebook slammed down in front of her.
"Look carefully."
A cold voice came from behind the mask, "When Gu Youran smiles, the right corner of her lip will rise two seconds earlier than the left. When she cries, the tip of her nose will turn red before tears form."
Mu Xuewei opened it tremblingly and immediately gasped.
The densely packed notes record the details of Gu Youran's life over the past twenty years:
[5 years old] When nervous, he will unconsciously rub the corners of his clothes.
[12 years old] Habitually bites the left cheek when thinking.
[25 years old] When being intimate with Shi Heng, I would first kiss his Adam's apple...
Every page is covered with secretly taken photos and an analysis of the behavior accurate to the second.
Mu Xuewei's fingertips trembled violently, and these records sent a chill down her spine.
How much manpower and resources did this man in black use to collect such intimate details?
"Three days."
The man in black held up three fingers. "I want these habits to become your muscle memory."
He suddenly turned to the door and said, "Come in, your assistant is here."
The door was gently pushed open.
When Mu Xuewei saw the woman who walked in, she stood up suddenly and the photo album fell to the ground with a "bang".
The last page of photos slid out, and it was a candid photo of Gu Youran and Shi Heng kissing.
On the edge of the photo, there was a line of dark red writing:
Love is the best bait for curses
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