Qiao Hua's hand froze just as she was about to hang up.
"What did you say?" she asked in disbelief.
Chen Xingjian laid it out bluntly. "Qiao Hua, you transmigrated here, didn't you?"
Qiao Hua's heart raced. How did Chen Xingjian know her true identity?
She suppressed her panic and feigned composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Chen Xingjian gave a helpless smile. "I'm a transmigrator too."
Qiao Hua's mind went completely blank.
Chen Xingjian was a transmigrator, just like her?
How was that possible?
"You mean you came into this book too..."
"Yes." Chen Xingjian confirmed her suspicion. "So we're the same."
His words were so shocking that Qiao Hua couldn't process them. She stood rooted to the spot.
The first thought that sprang to mind was how absurd it was. How could one book have two transmigrators?
But if Chen Xingjian wasn't a transmigrator, how else could he know she had transmigrated here?
There was only one possibility: he was telling the truth.
Qiao Hua remained stunned for a long time. Chen Xingjian continued, "I wasn't going to tell you, but now I have no choice."
Qiao Hua took a deep breath. "So when you saved me in that alley, you knew what would happen in advance?"
"Yes," Chen Xingjian admitted openly.
No wonder he had appeared in the alley at just the right moment and been so friendly to her afterward. He had another identity all along.
But Qiao Hua couldn't understand it. She was only a supporting character in the book, and the plot had already diverged from the original. How could Chen Xingjian know so much about her?
"Even if you transmigrated here, I'm just a supporting character with barely any page time. How did you know when I'd be in trouble?"
Besides,