Shen Menghan stared expressionlessly at the dog-man... person! in the room.
Saying Supergirl only existed in the Main God Space, putting on an act about regretting their parting and waiting for the next life—those had all been lies. The moment she turned around, Russell had brought his mistress out, and he had done it right in front of her, openly and brazenly.
What was this supposed to mean? Did he think she was easy to talk to, so he could not even be bothered to keep acting?
When Shen Menghan thought about how, back in the Main God Space, she had even felt sorry for Supergirl because of her deep devotion and lent her the tool person to use...
Judging by this, she had gotten used to using him and had no intention of returning him.
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Russell watched Shen Menghan appear in confusion, then looked at the hand pulling up the zipper. His heart held neither sorrow nor joy.
Maybe he had crashed and burned too many times lately. He had hovered back and forth along the line of death so often that he no longer felt much of anything.
Other than lamenting how hard it was to stay alive, his mind was nothing but a white screen, without a trace of any other color.
Except for the black border!
Russell gave up on treatment, but Supergirl did not. Meeting Shen Menghan's murderous gaze, she swiftly entered food-protection mode and urged, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and zip it up!"
"Okay."
Russell answered like a machine. A zipper that should have taken thirty seconds to pull up was finished in less than two seconds.
There was no helping it. He truly had no thoughts left.
"You even