What had she said earlier?
Number Eight was only a doll. She had no consciousness, couldn't speak, and certainly couldn't make eye contact with anyone?
Seeing Number Eight at the stairwell had just been Lian Xiangyu's hallucination? Making eye contact with her had also been a hallucination caused by his muddled mind?
Number Eight definitely couldn't have been the intruder who had sent Cheng Xun into a rage?
Although Shen Dong'er's earlier "tirade" at Lian Xiangyu had really been an excuse to lash out at her own foolish self-the girl who had misjudged someone and still couldn't let go-which was why she had become so emotional, she genuinely believed a doll was just a doll, something Peng Zhen and the others could destroy with a wave of their hands. She also truly believed the "response" Lian Xiangyu had sensed from the doll was nothing but wishful thinking.
But when Shen Dong'er and Lian Xiangyu found themselves trapped in what was, in a sense, a desperate situation, the instant she saw Number Eight, the Waiter, rise from her chair with a cat in her arms and look at them, Shen Dong'er suddenly realized that what existed between Lian Xiangyu and Number Eight might not be quite the same as what existed between her and Lian Xiangyu.
It seemed she had become even more foolish.
With no idea what trials Lian Xiangyu would face later, Shen Dong'er gave a bitter laugh. Beside her, Lian Xiangyu stared fixedly at Number Eight, the Waiter, who had just stood up, reduced to an endless stream of incoherent babbling.
"What's... wrong with you two?" Zhu Nian also noticed something was off. After all, Lian Xiangyu and Shen Dong'er couldn't move anything except their facial muscles, which made every change in their expressions especially obvious.
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