Jiang Mian returned to her room and locked the door behind her.
But she knew it would only offer a little psychological comfort.
Entering the bathroom, Jiang Mian braced both hands against the edge of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.
After reaching the Fourth-tier, aside from the changes to her Calamity Transformation form, there had been little effect on her appearance for now.
That probably wasn't the issue.
She lowered her eyes, replaying every expression and every word from Ye Chenyang just now over and over in her mind.
Something was off. Very off.
At first, when he looked at her, his eyes had been veiled by a faint gloom. It was obvious something was troubling him, weighing on his heart.
But later, when she pretended to care about him and followed him into his room, it was as if he had figured something out. He returned to his usual self.
Not only that, when he had considered her "psychological trauma" before, he had been extremely restrained in both word and deed,
but that smile just now had been particularly bright, as if some kind of restriction had been lifted.
If he had guessed her identity, shouldn't the usual sequence be disappointment, anger, interrogation, and a descent into darkness?
Why was he even more enthusiastic instead?
It couldn't possibly be that her little show of insincere concern had cheered him up, could it?
That was ridiculous!
Jiang Mian thought it over and still couldn't make sense of it, so she could only take things one step at a time.
Fortunately, she had a trump card that could save her life. As long as two Eighth-tiers didn't come after her at once, there was still room to turn things around.
She calmed herself, unconsciously tidied her hair