The phone was connected.
But there was silence on the other end, as if this call led to the unknown of the Netherworld, deep in Hell.
No one spoke first.
Until... a mischievous chuckle rang out from the phone.
"You're still as composed as before; it's such an annoying trait."
Upon hearing this voice, Lin Jingxuan felt a momentary sense of disorientation, as if traversing through time and space.
"What, are you surprised to hear I'm still alive? Are you speechless?"
The voice on the phone continued.
But Lin Jingxuan chuckled, interrupting him: "No, you're already dead."
"Even if the call is connected, you're merely a 'lie', a living 'lie'."
Upon hearing Lin Jingxuan's response, there was silence on the other end.
"Perhaps you're right."
"The 'lie' deceives me, makes me feel as though I'm alive, but in reality, I'm merely a backup left behind, a lie of self-deception."
