A song lingered in my ears in the darkness. I recognized it: Christina was singing.
The singing seemed to come and go, and its owner seemed to be hovering above me.
I wanted to open my eyes, to move my hands and feet, but my body was so heavy I couldn't even open my eyes.
The singing went on. Even without Gu Mo's ability, I gradually sensed that something was wrong.
It wasn't the singer who was moving. She was controlling the volume and the way she breathed, creating a strange illusion.
Once I realized that, I understood why I felt as though a thousand pounds were weighing me down: Christina was on top of me.
I was lying flat on the ground, and she seemed to be sitting on my chest, pinning me down.
I struggled.
"Ah!"
The singing stopped.
I opened my eyes and rolled over, then saw Christina sitting nearby.
She looked just as youthful and beautiful as she did in the files. At that moment, she was sitting on the ground in a somewhat disheveled state, yet she hadn't lost any of her charm. She blinked her big eyes, giving off a playful, adorable air.
I glanced around and realized I was in a gray, empty space.
It was just as Gu Mo had once described, and much like the space I had seen with my own eyes when I met Lina.
My gaze settled on Christina.
She was the master of this space, and she should be the only one who could control it now.
"What are you trying to do? You don't want to die?" I asked bluntly.
Christina had changed her posture. Hugging her knees, she looked like an innocent young girl, her face clouded with the wistful sorrow of someone her age.