Lin Zhenzhen's smile froze.
The system, always eager for drama, chimed in: "[You like challenges, don't you? Here you go.]"
【...Are you absolutely going to buy this sword today?】
【No, it's just that if I keep all my complaints inside, it'll make things difficult for others. Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up.】
Lin Zhenzhen released her hand expressionlessly and turned her gaze to her phone.
She saved Huo Yeshuo's number into her phonebook, then edited a text message and sent it.
Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour. Still no message confirming friend request.
Lin Zhenzhen yawned, but ultimately couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't sleep well; bizarre and fantastical dreams intertwined, and glimpses of the various small worlds she had experienced after entering the quick transmigration system flashed back to her eyes like a slideshow.
At the end of the dream, Zhou Gan, Tan Bei, Xuan Yuanzhao, Yu Jiamu, Gu Bosheng, and Yan Feichen, all former targets of Lin Zhenzhen's affections, appeared together on a giant collage.
"Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen..."
The shouts, filled with deep emotion, rose and fell in waves.
In her dream, Lin Zhenzhen's mind was in complete chaos. As if bewitched, she walked straight toward the source of the sound.
But soon, the call grew fainter and fainter, and eventually disappeared.
Lin Zhenzhen looked up and found that everyone's faces had become blurry, and the edges of the pictures were turning yellow and rugged at a visible speed, just like an old photograph that had been stored for many years.
Lin Zhenzhen shouted at the sky, "Come out, come out and see me!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Lin Zhenzhen froze. She raised her hand in confusion to touch her cheek and felt a wet patch.
Why...did she cry?
The air overhead seemed to take on a physical form, with air currents from all directions churning rapidly and wildly, as if brewing a terrible storm.
Lin Zhenzhen's heartbeat became increasingly uncontrollable. She stared intently at the sky, watching the air currents that danced wildly like dragons.
They intertwine and entangle, ultimately manifesting as a pair of pale blue eyes devoid of any emotion, utterly indifferent.
Lin Zhenzhen suddenly sat up in bed.
Cold sweat trickled down her neck and back, the dampness sticking her stray hairs and clothes together.
The cool air from the air conditioner made her feel a chill that kept seeping into her pores.
Lin Zhenzhen finally regained some of her senses.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table, pressed the lock screen button, and saw that the time was 2 a.m.
In addition, there was a request to add a WeChat friend.
It was sent five minutes ago.
Lin Zhenzhen didn't move until her phone automatically locked the screen again, at which point she tilted her head slightly.
The black screen clearly reflected her face; she was pale and weak, her brows furrowed unconsciously, and her eyes were wet as if water had flowed through them.
Lin Zhenzhen forced herself to forget the strange dream she had just had.
She gently tugged at the corners of her lips, and the figure reflected in the light instantly transformed, becoming vibrant, bright, lively, and playful. What remained unchanged was the sparkling light in her eyes.
She turned on the camera, moved the lens to the upper left side of her face, and quickly pressed the shutter button.
On the other side of the city.
The large study was lit by only one desk lamp. Huo Yeshuo took off his glasses and shifted his gaze from the computer to the newly lit mobile phone screen.
After a two-second silence, he picked up his phone and opened Lin Zhenzhen's WeChat account.
Her profile picture is somewhat blurry, like a candid snapshot.
A small yellow mongrel lay on the street, its head tilted to the side, its eyes fixed on the camera. The warm sunlight shone on it, giving it a thin layer of golden light.
Behind the little dog is a fruit shop, where the owner is stocking up on goods; the shop door is half open.
The open glass door perfectly reflected the silhouette of a girl. She was half-crouched, holding up her phone, and a faint smile was visible on the half of her face.
Huo Yeshuo couldn't help but zoom in on the photo again and again, staring at that spot for a long time, his gaze softening in ways he hadn't noticed before.
After exiting the profile picture, Huo Yeshuo opened Lin Zhenzhen's Moments.
The latest update was posted two minutes ago.
"I'm back to normal, everything's fine." The caption included a selfie of him lying in a hospital bed.
The girl in the photo occupies only a small part of the whole picture. She is making a peace sign on her head, her eyes are curved into crescents, and her upper and lower eyelashes are intertwined.
Huo Yeshuo suddenly thought of something, and the smile on his lips froze for a moment.
He swiped the screen to jump to the chat dialog box and confirmed that the other party had not sent him any messages.
After accepting my friend request, they don't even say hello, but they have time to update their Moments?
Huo Yeshuo's fingers paused for a few seconds, but he quickly came up with a reason.
There must have been something else going on, and they didn't have time to see the verification message.
Huo Yeshuo secretly counted in his mind and decided to give the other party some more time.
But ten minutes passed and the phone still didn't make a sound.
Unable to resist, he opened Lin Zhenzhen's WeChat Moments again.
This time there are two more replies below.
Zhang Minglang: Oh my god, it must have hurt so much. I'm so glad you're okay. Hope you get well soon!
Aya: It did hurt a little (；′д｀)ゞ, but I'm fine now! I can go to work tomorrow and see everyone again! ?(?????)?'
Huo Yeshuo: ......
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