The Curse transformed into a black knife. The Cursed Girl handed the sharp blade to Chen Ge herself.
"The hardest lies to detect are made of nine truths and one lie. The hardest illusions to escape are built from ninety percent reality and ten percent nightmare. I took your heart, and I can use the Curse to keep you alive and preserve your memories. But if you give up everything and become nothing but a shadow, I'm afraid even I won't be able to help."
"Losing everything and becoming unrecognizable—are you willing to pay that price to become the silent shadow behind her, forever unable to reach her?"
Savage words were carved into Chen Ge's wound. He took the Cursed Girl's knife and, without a moment's hesitation, plunged the Curse-covered blade into his chest.
The blade sank into his body. Every bit of life that drained away was replaced by the Curse and despair.
At the cost of his flesh and blood, Chen Ge used the Curse to help the Cursed Girl recover every memory of what she and this body of his had gone through together.
Memories bloomed in the deepest reaches of the Curse. The knife had pierced only halfway when countless Black Threads stopped it.
The Cursed Girl, dressed in red, wore a complex, pained expression. She remembered her past.
Black Threads crisscrossed the Blood-Stained Garment, forming mysterious patterns. The Cursed Girl's terrifying aura continued to rise, shrouding the entire West Suburb of Xinhai.
One anguished name after another was crushed. All the Curses the Cursed Girl had devoured fused together, forming an entirely new name.
To Curse someone, you had to know their name. The Cursed Girl's name was her only weakness and her greatest secret.
At that moment, the name appeared before Chen Ge's eyes,