Jian Di's eyes slowly reddened, and she began to cry silently.
Her haggard face crumpled in grief, making Lu Mi's heart ache-she was only a young woman in her early twenties.
With no one to soothe her, the baby cried even harder.
Someone pounded on the door with a bang. "Jian Di, playing dead again? Hurry up and feed that money pit. She's making a racket!"
"Waaah-" Frightened, the baby screamed even louder.
Jian Di covered her mouth with one hand and closed her eyes.
For those brief ten-odd seconds, Lu Mi had no idea what she was thinking, but he had a bad feeling.
Cheng Cheng said, "Holy shit, look!"
Jian Di got up and slowly felt around between the cotton padding and the bed boards.
She pulled out a pair of rusty scissors.
Lu Mi's eyes widened.
He knew what Jian Di was going to do. "I tried this room. Players can't get inside. Even if Zhong Zixian and the others were watching from the window back then, they couldn't have done anything."
He said "back then" because the door had already appeared, and Zhong Zixian and the others had long since returned to the Hall. What they were seeing here had already happened.
Cheng Cheng quickly asked, "You think she's going to kill herself?"
Lu Mi didn't answer.
That was what he had initially thought, but after Cheng Cheng asked, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Could Jian Di bear to leave this baby girl alone in this cruel, ignorant little world?
In the scene before them, Jian Di held the scissors and shakily approached the crib.
They could only see the top of Jian Di's head and hear Wu De's impatient demands.
Lu Mi suddenly unclenched his tightly balled fists. "Come on, give me a hand!"
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