"I must take back what originally belonged to me from that Pandora."
The little girl on my chest spoke again with such determination, completely devoid of the earlier madness and incoherent babble. At this moment, her eyes were clear, just like a normal person's.
However, I was even more confused.
But just as I was about to ask more questions, the girl in front of me slipped back into her earlier frenzied state, repeatedly muttering, "I am no longer Pandora..." "Only one can become Pandora..." "We are all walking dead," these incomprehensible words. Despite my repeated inquiries, she couldn't give me an understandable response.
However, I could confirm one thing: the little girl before me really bore us no ill will—well, theoretically.
Honestly, I felt a bit like Yang Guo facing the madman Ouyang Feng, but I was in a better position than armless Yang Guo, who had to deal with a filthy, unkempt uncle, while I held a fragrant, lightweight little Loli in my arms.
