Fu Xingyi's heartache was numbing.
She had changed.
Changed so much, she truly no longer liked him.
He thought that as long as he tried a little harder, spent a little more time with her, she would return to his side.
He said, "An Ning, do you know how I got here?"
An Ning looked at him.
Suddenly, she didn't want to know.
Sometimes she preferred self-deception.
But she didn't refuse.
She thought that since everything was being laid bare now, might as well have it all out in the open.
"As a senior researcher, I'm prohibited from soul-crossing. I still need to continue my research, and leaving would be a loss of talent. So, no matter how I pleaded with my mentor, he chose to refuse. The only way was, like you, to die."
An Ning felt a sharp pain in her chest.
"So, I intentionally let the zombie bite through my neck."
An Ning looked at Fu Xingyi.
