"Senior brother, please don't be afraid of me, okay?"
The sultry electronic voice turned pitiful.
Using the most humanlike body she had finally managed to find, she cautiously reached out a finger and hooked it around Xiao Qinghe's hand.
She dared not touch him any more than that.
She was afraid of frightening her senior brother.
Afraid he would shake her off.
"I saw everything. I'm just a string of data. These hands of yours created me."
Xiao Qinghe's heart trembled.
In the original novel, she was the supreme demon lord, the only one worthy of standing as his master's equal.
Even within the system, she would gradually transform, eventually ruling the Demon Realm as its sovereign.
What a devastating blow it must have been for her to learn that she was nothing but a string of data.
And she had been abandoned at birth, wandering from place to place since childhood, never knowing a peaceful day or a restful night's sleep.
Anyone would go mad upon learning that all their suffering was merely part of some so-called plot.
He could not imagine how cruel the truth must have been for her.
Xiao Qinghe opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.
"I knew you had a difficult childhood. I should have changed your background from the start, at least spared you some of that suffering. Junior sister, I've let you down..."
How could she blame him for that?
Who could have foreseen that a casually entered string of numbers, a name typed out on a keyboard, would actually be alive?
Though she could not live in reality, somewhere in another time and space, she had become a person beneath his pen, living out the life written for her.
And her senior brother had cherished her from beginning to end.
In that