Ji Xiangnian frowned, an indescribable shadow clouding his fathomless black eyes.
"Even now, you're still saying this to me?"
Meeting Ji Xiangnian's dark gaze, which betrayed no change in emotion, Fang Ning suddenly felt weighed down. "I... I just..."
She just didn't want to get too involved, but the words caught in her throat, and she couldn't get them out.
In this situation, she seemed like a terrible woman who was stringing him along.
Ji Xiangnian had just helped her. Fang Ning thought for a moment and changed her answer. "Okay."
Fang Ning returned to her room and lay on her stomach on the bed, memories of the Original Host's childhood replaying endlessly in her mind.
She didn't quite understand. She did know some of the plot concerning the Original Host's childhood experiences, but they shouldn't have felt so familiar that she experienced them as if they were her own.
How could this be...
Fang Ning's brow creased slightly.
Suddenly, an absurd thought surfaced in her mind. Could I have been Fang Ning all along...
Impossible. I clearly remember transmigrating into a book...
That's right. I clearly... Wait. Fang Ning tried hard to remember, only to suddenly discover that her memories from before transmigrating were very vague. She only knew that she had been a corporate drone, but she couldn't recall any other specific details at all.
What was going on?
Fang Ning stared at the white ceiling light, dazed for a long time.
Of course, what bothered her wasn't that she had been this body's owner all along. What bothered her was that she was actually a fucking love-addled idiot!
A love-addled idiot! A complete and utter moron!
*How was this fucking transmigration any different from sneaking into the enemy base in Honor of Kings, only to discover