Perhaps to better immerse herself in her role, Xuan Wen stopped struggling. She let Gao Ming hold her hand as they walked through the pitch-black corridor.
There was almost no light inside Residential Building Three. An eerie, sinister air permeated every corner, and apart from their heartbeats, there was only dead silence.
The setting should have made even breathing feel oppressive, yet now there was a hint of intimacy in the air.
Whether the woman before him was the real Xuan Wen or not, Gao Ming chose not to doubt her. He held nothing back as he told her how the Past God had ambushed him.
In truth, Gao Ming was playing with his cards on the table. If she really was Xuan Wen, there was no harm in telling her the truth. If she was a god in disguise, then she was the culprit and already knew everything, so there was even less reason to hide it.
Everyone who could participate in the Great Screening was shrewd, and most carried pain buried deep within their hearts. The more they usually concealed their true selves, the more severe the backlash they suffered in this worst possible future. The "Future God" would tear their wounds open in the most brutal way, turning everything into scenes that actually unfolded before them.
But Gao Ming was an exception in every sense. He seemed perfectly willing to share his pain, even voicing all his despair without letting any of it eat away at him.
"I didn't expect you to come in, but then again, this really is something you'd do." Gao Ming held Xuan Wen's hand. At the Xiangshengyong Apartments, he had made peace with every version of himself who had died in the past, absorbing all their memories of death and making them