I was so lost in thought that I barely noticed the time passing. The fear I'd felt when the side effects first affected me hadn't returned. I was uneasy and worried, but I wasn't afraid that Ye Qing would do anything to me. At least, not for now. He wouldn't attack me.
Things seemed to have gone back to how they were at the beginning.
Ye Qing was dangerous, and I was a hostage with some value. As long as I didn't try to escape, he wouldn't kill me.
I checked the time and sent the others the details of my afternoon dream. But as I typed on my phone, I slowed down more and more when I got to Bai An's name. In the end, I deleted what I'd written.
I hadn't thought much of Ye Qing being a sinner for a hundred lifetimes. But when I tried to put it into words, I felt a wave of malice.
In the end, it wasn't quite the same as being a convict who'd served his sentence.
I didn't want to carry the sins of my past life into this one. I didn't even know what had happened in my past life.
As Ye Qing had said, public trials and public punishment were the right way to do things, at least according to the principles of our time.
Branding someone a criminal without knowing anything and tormenting them for generation after generation... I couldn't accept that kind of rule.
Ye Qing must have cared a lot about being a sinner for a hundred lifetimes. Just like back when I possessed him and entered his dream, seeing his childhood—he'd driven me away. He probably didn't want anyone else to know about it, either.
I deleted those details and sent the rest of