Fang Renran glanced back one last time. Seeing there would be no change of heart, her eyes flickered. She finally bit her lip and followed the driver away.
Unlike the heroine of a novel, she wasn't asked to stay. In her own eyes, she was like a stray dog, driven out without a shred of mercy.
It wasn't until she was back in her own apartment that she finally uncurled her fists, pulling her nails from the flesh of her palms. Traces of blood remained under their tips.
Her face was a pale, bluish white, whether from the cold, from anger, or simply from humiliation.
The thought of the high-tech system in her mind slowly calmed her turbulent emotions. She called out in a low voice,
"Little Five... are you there?"
[BEEP. Present, Host.]
"Something felt... off with me tonight. It was as if my mind wasn't my own. Do you know what was going on?"
Before she even finished speaking, Little Five had already thoroughly scanned her body, but it found nothing abnormal.
