"Fake, it's fake?"
Luo Ji looked as if he had suffered a tremendous shock. He stared at the frail-looking girl before him in disbelief.
"No, no way—" He frantically denied it to himself, not daring to meet Zhuang Yan's eyes. "That's impossible. You're just my psychological rehabilitation therapist, right? You must be lying to me, right?"
Like a drowning man reaching for his last straw, Luo Ji gripped the bedding so tightly that the knuckles of his Five Fingers bulged, veins standing out clearly. He looked at Zhuang Yan with a pitiful, almost pleading gaze, hoping to receive an affirmative answer from her.
"You're joking with me, aren't you?"
His voice trembled.
Unfortunately, Zhuang Yan's expression was as unyielding as stone, without the slightest change. She said calmly, "Please calm down, Mr. Luo Ji. There is no deception involved in my identity or my mission. I am indeed a Sister of Battle. As for what you call my role as a psychological rehabilitation therapist, that was merely a necessary false identity adopted to help me approach, awaken, and guide you."
His last shred of hope was cruelly snuffed out.
Luo Ji's pupils trembled violently, his expression frozen in that moment. He gazed at the face he had seen countless times in his dreams, yet which now filled him with fear.
"Your meeting with me—"
"Fake."
"Then when you said you liked astronomy—"
"That was fake too."
"Haha... hahahaha—"
In that brief exchange, Luo Ji felt as if a hand had viciously crushed his heart, leaving it drenched in blood. At last, he understood what it meant to be heartbroken. "So it was all fake. Then—what was real?"
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious and terrifying. Like a mad beast, he stared fixedly at Zhuang Yan, wanting to hear the