Lu Xiaoxiao felt a little bit dead.
Not physically, but mentally.
A grayish aura called "social death" seemed to be curling up from the top of her head. She could even picture her own expression-pupils quaking, lips twitching, soul out of her body for a full three minutes.
It really wasn't fair to blame her for having poor mental resilience. Anyone suddenly told that their entire family had been watching a live broadcast of their inner monologue for months would probably react the same way.
Especially those wild fantasies whenever her inner edgelord took over, all her "improper" schemes involving Ji Yunhuai, and the occasional furious rants when her family's stupidity... no, when her family pissed her off... She couldn't bear to think about it! The moment she did, her toes started digging a castle out of sheer embarrassment!
But just as Lu Xiaoxiao was about to drown in this overwhelming embarrassment, she caught sight of the Original Host, Lu Xiaoxiao, standing opposite her, anxiously watching her expression and looking ready to cry.
Those eyes, identical to her own, were now filled with panic, guilt, and an almost desperate fear of awaiting judgment, as though the slightest hint of anger from Lu Xiaoxiao would make her dissipate on the spot.
Seeing that expression, Lu Xiaoxiao felt as if someone had poured a basin of warm water over the little flame her social death had sparked in her heart. With a hiss, most of it went out, leaving only a wisp of helpless smoke.
Suddenly, she couldn't quite stay angry.
Forget it, forget it. What would getting angrier accomplish? Was she supposed to beat up this poor kid? She was already nothing but a soul anyway!
For now, she'd just treat it as... respecting the dead!
Besides... Lu Xiaoxiao could more