Xu Xiaoan stood at a crossroads, gazing blankly at the pedestrians coming and going.
Their faces wore all kinds of expressions: smiles, fear, anger...
Without exception, every one of them ignored her, standing in the middle of the road.
"Who... am I?"
Xu Xiaoan murmured.
Her mind seemed to be filled with countless jumbled memories, battering at her spirit.
Unable to bear it, she clutched her head in agony and crouched where she stood.
Yet the instant Xu Xiaoan crouched down, everyone around her stopped in unison.
They all turned, lowered their heads to look at Xu Xiaoan, and revealed strange smiles.
"Calamity, kill... every last Calamity!"
"It hurts so much..."
"Why? Why me?!"
"Daughter..."
The people spoke at the same time, countless voices overlapping as they recounted the strongest obsessions they'd held in life. They slowly closed in on Xu Xiaoan, who stood at the center.
Though their numbers were impossible to estimate, their footsteps were eerily synchronized.
"Am I Xu Xiaoan?"
"No, I'm..."
"I can't tell. I can't tell!"
Xu Xiaoan felt the demonic voices drilling into her ears. Her head seemed ready to split open, and her features twisted together in agony.
A strained buzzing rang out from deep within her consciousness. She was on the verge of total collapse, about to be swallowed by these obsessions.
Suddenly, a slender hand settled on her shoulder. Then it yanked her up with a sharp pull, drawing her out of this abyss of pain.
Jiang Mian studied Xu Xiaoan's feeble soul, lost in thought.
Not just memories, but obsessions?
By rights, Xu Xiaoan was Formless, and Formless was Xu Xiaoan. Her mental resistance shouldn't have been this weak.
But restarting so many times had badly worn down her soul, which was already in a terrible state.
Now, caught between