Their exchange made my heart leap into my throat.
Had the way Lü Qiaolan died changed? Had her death itself changed?
That raised another question. Even though I had no memory of it, I must have existed in that past. Had I done anything in Wu Ling and the others' memories?
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and my mind was a mess.
There were many things about supernatural incidents that defied explanation. At the very least, there were plenty of questions science couldn't answer, along with details and turning points that didn't fit normal logic. Now, that illogic had landed squarely on me.
It was like watching the scene around me reverse with my own eyes.
Hearing about something secondhand or observing it as a bystander was nothing like experiencing it firsthand.
I waited for a while, but Chen Xiao Qiu simply picked up where she'd left off and began analyzing Lina's actions.
She brought up the two stories Lina had told and examined their details.
Wu Ling joined in. The Fatty and Nangong Yao interjected from time to time. Liu Miao asked questions. The Thin Man was occasionally asked a couple of questions too. Guo Yujie and Gu Mo were very quiet.
I was quiet too, but only because my mind was somewhere else entirely.
Whether Lina had lied wasn't what I was focused on now.
I was anxious to find out what had happened to Lü Qiaolan, so I couldn't listen calmly to their analysis. Their voices sounded like buzzing noise in my ears.
"It seems we were right after all," Chen Xiao Qiu said at last.
Wu Ling nodded. "Yeah. Lina was lying to you."
Guo Yujie looked a little sad.
The Thin Man cursed angrily.
"That story was true, but Lina definitely wasn't