Ji Xiaodao only knew one thing: if she truly left this place, left the side of that person, she might never find the answer again.
Was this what they called destiny? Just like the first time she stepped into the Realm of Innocence, only a half-open door named [Chaotic Evil] stood before her?
She had recently found herself unconsciously pondering this, then mocking herself with the scoff of the faithless.
[If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it.]
She gently inserted [Quiet Return] and [Night Rain] into the scabbards on her back, pinned the old Dark Curse Rapier at her waist, looked back at the man lying quietly on the bed like a puppet, and prepared to turn around to leave...
Then, her footsteps suddenly paused, and an unprecedented thought emerged from the depths of her heart.
[What does he really look like?]
