She would recognize that face and that look even if they were reduced to ashes.
When the guest room door opened, it was not the ghost mentioned in Lan Yu's materials that appeared, but Ji Li, who had remained behind at Qingyuan Residential Community.
The sight left her deeply shaken.
The path to survival that Shao Yong'an had insisted on carrying out at such a cost, even while on the brink of death, had evidently failed.
But Chang Nian could not simply walk away.
What they saw after the guest room opened had exceeded everyone's expectations, but it had also brought a brand-new clue.
Chang Nian did not know what she should do, yet she still cautiously stepped into the guest room.
As she gradually drew closer, aided by the dim moonlight, she finally realized that this Ji Li did not look quite familiar either.
The figure sitting on the bed with his back to the window sill appeared somewhat transparent in that watery night.
The light reflected off the glass actually passed through his body and fell upon the white bedsheets.
The closer Chang Nian came, the more pronounced her unease became, as though something beyond her control would happen the moment she made contact with him.
Yet she dared not advance, nor could she bear to retreat.
Such a bizarre Ji Li appearing at the site of an important mission had to signal a special clue.
If she retreated now, she feared she would miss it forever.
With that thought, her right hand slowly clenched into a fist, her little finger beginning to trace a certain totem in her palm.
At the same time, she pressed herself against the wall and gradually approached the figure from a wider angle.
As the distance closed, Chang Nian gained a clearer