Qin Yao shook her head helplessly and looked him straight in the eyes.
"First of all, I can be sure that I'm neither a ghost nor a spirit, but I don't know what I am either."
"Secondly, I don't know where your sister went, maybe she died."
"Finally, I didn't do anything to her, we just share one body."
With each sentence she spoke, Qin Feng was more and more shocked. Upon hearing the last sentence, "we just share one body," his worldview almost shattered.
Qin Feng trembled violently, staring at the woman in front of him, Qin Yao and her image constantly overlapping, eventually separating into two figures. One was the last memory he had, a starving, dying Ah Yao.
The other was a vibrant, invincible Qin Yao who looked down on everyone, cold and ruthless.
He shook his head violently, the two figures merged into one, becoming the cold-eyed woman in front of him.
