When she asked that, I felt a little embarrassed.
Because my focus seemed to be off.
She sighed. "Actually, a lot of people are afraid of him, but very few have truly seen him. Even I had nearly forgotten what he looked like. I don't know why—I just can't remember."
I looked at her. "That wasn't what you said last time."
The last time I met the system, I had asked about Xiao Jingfeng too. But she had said Xiao Jingfeng created her, while she did not know who he really was, what he looked like, where he was, or what kind of person he was.
"That's right. That was the answer set by my programming. I didn't want to make things too troublesome. Besides, we didn't have much interaction back then, did we?" She gave a bitter smile.
I said, "It seems we still don't have much interaction now, yet you still told me about him. No, more precisely, about the things between the two of you."
She lowered her head as though thinking.
Only then did I feel that she was like a real person.
Because she was thinking, not calculating.
The system's greatest characteristic was calculation, relying on the immense processing power supported by vast databases.
Such calculations required no thought, much less any emotion or feeling.
Yet at that moment, she was filled with emotion and feeling.
"You aren't the first person to ask me about Xiao Jingfeng. Many people came to ask about him before you, you know? More than half of them were killed by me, because they were his enemies. They thought I was his enemy too, so they believed an enemy's enemy could become a friend, someone they could join hands with. But they were wrong. An enemy's enemy might still be