She finally understood the source of her earlier excitement.
In this tense and thrilling game, she suppressed her excited heartbeat, because... because here she is no longer incomplete. To some extent, she was the same as them, equal.
Even, she might be slightly above them.
Because she had a vague idea of how to clear the stage.
It was truly ironic that the pitiful Xiaoke, who was discriminated against, ignored, and had no presence in reality and had no say, had found a sense of belonging in a game as absurd as a nightmare.
Bai Youwei suddenly understood the boisterousness of those hooligans.
Although she despised their behavior at the time, she had to admit that the feeling of having power was indeed wonderful, and few people could resist it.
She looked down at the palm of her hand, slowly clenched it, and then slowly opened it again.
There was nothing there, she was staring at it.
Just as she was staring, Shen Mo and Tan Xiao returned.
