Chang Le chuckled: "I wanted to ask how we met."
A hint of surprise flashed across Luo Xuan's flawless expression, before he regained his composure: "I... have known you for a long time."
"How early?" Chang Le's voice was very soft.
Luo Xuan stepped on the brakes, slowly bringing the car to a stop. He lowered his trembling hand before answering her question: "Your parents were very happy when you were born."
Chang Le lost his expression in that instant.
...
night.
Chang Le lay on her back on the bed, her freshly dried hair a little frizzy and messy on the bed.
"Your parents were very happy when you were born."
Only after Luo Xuan said those words did Chang Le understand why he had stopped the car to speak. Because she couldn't control herself at all and immediately grabbed him, asking back:
"You've met my parents? My biological parents!"
However, no matter how she pressed him for answers, Luo Xuan refused to speak, saying:
“I can’t tell you the whole story from the beginning. It’s too long, and even I, the person involved, don’t know many of the details.”
"You haven't recovered your memories from the beginning of District Nine. Memories have a specific order and cannot be disrupted; otherwise, the mental energy in your brain will go out of control."
"You have experienced mental outbursts or dissipation more than once."
Chang Le remained silent.
Indeed, the most recent time, on the night she found Goubuli in the Bone-Melting Pit, she experienced a loss of mental energy, unable to concentrate. Before that, there were several other instances of mental breakdowns and loss of control, including merging with the source of the Yin, falling from a building, and in front of She Haoyun.
When she was confused and under immense mental stress, it was often accompanied by out-of-control or even self-harming behavior. She vaguely sensed that she was sick; her heart was sick.
However, it cannot be cured.
Until the mystery is solved and the grudges are fully revealed, the heartache will never be cured.
"Awoo..."
Chang Le lay on the soft blankets, let out a venting wail, and crawled off the bed, her body writhing.
Chang Le went outside to get water, and to save trouble, he didn't turn on the light in the living room outside.
It was dark outside. Chang Le came out of the study with a water glass in his hand and suddenly stopped.
A chilly night wind blew in, making my exposed ankles feel cold. The windows on the balcony, which had been closed, were now wide open.
"Waaah—"
The wind howled, stretching the dark shadow standing by the window to the ground.
My breathing seemed to stop.
The next moment, Chang Le moved!
The thunder was silent, but the electric snakes shot out strangely, leaving a trail of silver afterimages, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
But just as the lightning was about to strike, the dark shadow by the window vanished like mist.
The electric snake missed its target and escaped through the window, only to be dispersed by Chang Le. The thunderous explosion and flashes of lightning cast a shadow that was reflected at Chang Le's feet from behind.
Chang Le felt a sudden chill run down her spine, her five senses were instantly amplified to the extreme, and she even suppressed the beating of her heart.
Who is it?
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