Xuan Wen already knew Gao Ming better than anyone else in the world. She knew many of his secrets, and he had never hidden anything from her.
Even so, from Xuan Wen's perspective, Gao Ming was still shrouded in mystery.
In the memories the Shadow World had implanted in her, the sole reason she would fall uncontrollably in love with Gao Ming was that she was the female lead of a game he had designed—a ghost who should never have existed.
She had awakened from the shadows and headed to the tunnel to change her fate. Yet the instant she saw Gao Ming, the murderous intent in her heart vanished.
She seemed to have seen Gao Ming countless times, battered and utterly exhausted. When she spotted him from afar at the tunnel entrance, she instinctively hid her knife behind her back and unconsciously tidied her rain-soaked hair.
She had meant to threaten and intimidate him with violence, but somehow, without knowing how it happened, she ended up carrying that man out of the tunnel on her back.
This had never been part of her plan, yet it felt utterly natural, as though it had happened countless times before.
"Who am I supposed to believe?"
The memories the Shadow World had implanted in Xuan Wen were completely different from the ones Gao Ming had described to her. It was a deeply strange feeling, like clearly remembering things you had experienced, only for someone to suddenly appear and tell you those experiences were all false. You were no Criminal Murder Ghost with psychological powers. You were simply yourself.
Xuan Wen desperately wanted to uncover the truth. Something immensely important hinged on it—whether to believe the entire world or a single person.
Continuing to watch the recording, Xuan Wen shut out every outside