Host, Don't Panic-we Have a Detailed Map of the Wasteland!

Li Zi's entire attention was fixed on the system's gossip.

[Wait, is this Demon Prince sick? Going by the timeline, shouldn't he be wrapped up with Ran Zirou right now? Why would he imprison Miss Song? And how does he know the lines from those letters? Don't tell me he's Miss Song's Pen Pal!]

Song Wanbai looked a little dazed.

Her brows drew tight.

It was true. She had a friend she spoke to only through letters.

His thoughts aligned with hers in so many ways, and talking with him always felt comfortable.

Neither had revealed their identity to the other, preserving a little mystery.

She loved a challenge. Not knowing who he was made it all the more wonderful.

But...

If he belonged to the Devil Race...

The system said, [Oh, the Demon Prince knows the lines from those letters because, while recovering from his injuries, he devoured Song Wanbai's real Pen Pal and gained some of his memories. He really is sick. After fighting Song Wanbai, he thought she resembled the Ran Zirou he used to know. Those memories affected him a little too, so he couldn't bring himself to kill her. Every time he quarrels with Ran Zirou, he goes to humiliate Song Wanbai.]

[Host, you know this book is an NP romance. It can't go without all that hanky-panky. Song Wanbai even becomes one of the sources of anguish between Ran Zirou and Si Le.]

Li Zi looked at the breathtakingly beautiful Song Wanbai and gritted her teeth.

[*Si Le's emergence would be a scourge upon the world. Miss Song is such a stunning beauty, and that pig is going to get his trotters on her. It makes me sick. System, keep an eye on Ran Zirou for me. Better yet, don't let that Demon Prince