Twenty minutes later.
Inside Room 701, a bowl of noodles the size of a washbasin had been completely devoured by Bai Ling's thin, frail body.
Ji Yan sat in his chair with his hands clasped, unable to stop himself from asking, "Full?"
"Five percent full."
Setting down the bowl, Bai Ling wiped the corner of her mouth as she spoke.
With no other choice, Ji Yan served her another helping. As he set down the third bowl of noodles, he also asked, "How long have you been in the dungeon?"
Bai Ling said, "I forgot. I only remember that it was my birthday that night. After I fell asleep, I appeared in a restaurant. I thought it was a dream, until..."
She did not continue. Bai Ling had already started wolfing down the noodles, while Ji Yan's expression shifted. What shocked him was that Bai Ling—a sickly, fragile girl raised by her parents like a flower in a greenhouse—had actually survived the terrifying, brutal environment of the Eerie Game.
And she had even cleared a Tier 9 dungeon!
Bai Ling looked refined, yet she finished the noodles in just a few bites.
Then she picked up the cola and gulped it down.
Looking at Ji Yan as though she could hear his thoughts, she said, "Everyone wears a mask of pretense."
"What you see may not be real. It is only what they want you to see."
"On many nights, I knew they wanted to strangle me to death. They thought I was a burden, that I had ruined their lives beyond repair."
"On the other hand, after I was chosen by the Eerie Game, I knew how happy they were. But I came back alive, and their sky collapsed again."
Ji Yan fell silent.
He did not want to