Not long after Zhu Qingling's idea had become reality, she faintly developed a feeling: perhaps she really would be able to see her parents tonight?!
"An illusion?"
She was utterly astonished and dared not believe it.
Yet for a moment, that mysterious feeling was truly crystal clear.
It was so clear that she even felt certain the idea could come true, which struck her as utterly absurd:
"How can the dead come back to life?"
She didn't know whether this was an illusion caused by how desperately she missed her parents, or a hallucination brought on by the mutated energy.
And apart from Heaven, Earth, and herself, no one else knew about the mutation. She didn't dare share it casually, either. After all, she had previously defined her success as innate talent.
To suddenly jump out now and claim it was a "mutation" would be childish and absurd!
Never mind whether the public would believe her. Even if they did, what would the leaders of the world's nations, especially the scientists, think of her? Would they imprison her for research? Would they turn her into a specimen?
No one could say for sure. After all, enormous profits could move the human heart!
Before such enormous benefits, so-called individual strength was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Zhu Qingling was very rational and hadn't let her success go to her head.
Even so, that strange feeling still made her scalp prickle.
"Can I really see mom and dad again?"
Amid the complicated emotions of trepidation, unease, fear, anticipation, excitement, and agitation... she, who normally had an excellent appetite, didn't eat a single bite that night. She waited.
She waited for a miracle to descend!
Her beautiful eyes, like black pearls, stared without blinking at her parents' spirit