We were talking about all this when the office door suddenly opened.
I immediately turned around.
It was brighter outside than inside, and I could make out a silhouette.
No, two silhouettes.
One person was carrying another in their arms.
Nangong Yao and Gu Mo both stood up, and Chen Yihan followed suit.
I stood too, watching the person walk into the room, one step at a time.
The door closed by itself.
The room sank back into that darkness.
Gu Mo and Nangong Yao stepped aside.
The silhouette placed the person in their arms on the sofa.
I heard the sound of dripping water.
"Ye Qing... who is this?" I asked, unable to hold back.
The figure beside the sofa turned around.
I could see only his outline, nothing else.
Chen Yihan suddenly stirred and raised his hand.
A beam of light shone from it.
I instinctively narrowed my eyes, then realized it was the flash on the back of his phone.
The light fell on the sofa, where the lower half was already soaked.
Ye Qing's silhouette flickered in the beam, blurry and indistinct, like a ghost in a movie.
But the body on the sofa was solid.
Her drenched body was streaked with dirt, leaves, and grass. The skin showing beneath her clothes was as pale as paper, without a trace of color. Her short hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were jet black, and the rain made them look even darker and shinier.
It was just like...
Just like a porcelain doll wearing a wig, with fake eyelashes and eyebrows stuck on.
She really looked like a mannequin.
There were no visible joints, and no texture to her skin.
Aside from that, she was identical to the woman I'd seen tonight.
"Is this... a doll made by a