She said she hadn't achieved financial freedom yet, so she couldn't cut her braid. Over the past four years, the braid had grown longer and longer, and she had coiled it up and secured it firmly at the back of her head with a hairpin.
Ai Cao sat down beside her, wanting to see who this woman named Xia Moli was.
Several interviewees completed the process.
Xia Moli walked in.
Her appearance was no different from that of "Xia Moli" whom Ai Cao had met in the first world. The woman with the long braid glanced at Ai Cao astutely, then asked Xia Moli the same questions as before.
The interview questions they ask now are different from the ones used when Ai Cao was first interviewed.
Large companies can't just talk about dreams; they need to talk about concrete things. But the woman with the long braid asked Xia Moli, "What are your dreams?"
Xia Moli thought about it carefully.
She smiled. Her beautiful, jewel-like eyes sparkled.
She looked at Ai Cao, who was sitting next to the woman with the long braid. Their eyes met, and Xia Moli didn't look away, continuing to look at Ai Cao, and said, "I've found you."
She sighed, her voice seemingly coming from a distant universe: "After all these years... I have finally met you again."
“Artemisia,” Xia Moli said. “This is the day we met again.”
The system's screams and buzzing quickly filled every corner of Ai Cao's mind.
It screamed, "Break away—break away—break away from the world!"
"Successfully detached from the world."
With a faint smile, the woman's voice replaced the system's.
The scene before Ai Cao's eyes quickly darkened.
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