"Do you love me?"
In the dim, enclosed room, a slender, fair hand brushed across Ke Xinyi's cheek as a soft voice asked gently.
"Don't rush to answer. You're not qualified yet."
She could see nothing clearly, only a dark silhouette. The person's voice was gentle, but its tone was extremely strange—like a man's, yet sharper and more shrill.
Ke Xinyi had only a first-person perspective. She could see and hear, but could not speak or move.
Slowly, an arm appeared in her field of vision. It had no skin or flesh, only a skeleton.
Her consciousness was hazy, and she could not tell whether any of this was real or an illusion. Yet she could see that this entirely skeletal arm had come from her own body.
The man lifted her hand and seemed to sigh. Filled with regret, he muttered to himself, "What a pity. You're better than the previous woman in every way, but why did you have to bring another man along too..."
Ke Xinyi saw it lift her right hand as well. That arm was also nothing but a skeleton.
Because her perspective was completely fixed, she could not examine whether her entire body had become skeletal. But she did not feel any pain.
Perhaps her haziness was because all of this was simply an illusion.
But the things the man said clearly pointed straight at her, leaving her even more confused.
"I can't communicate with you during the first half of the night. I can only chat with you this way.
Don't leave. Stay here. When the second half of the night arrives, you'll be able to see me.
By then, you'll understand what I'm trying to do..."
The black figure drew a little closer, and an eerie light fell across an even more