Three heads huddled together.
Yi Lin, Zhao Yulong, and Angela crowded around to look at an extraordinarily "lifelike" photo of a severed hand on the BBS.
They fell silent for quite a while.
Suddenly, Angela realized that, at some point, Zhao Yulong had moved very close to her, their faces almost touching.
"!"
Angela's face turned expressionless in an instant, as she moved her delicate face away and quietly took out a wet wipe, vigorously rubbing it on her face and wiping away a layer of makeup.
"Ah, what a pity."
Zhao Yulong, as if nothing had happened, moved his gaze away from Angela's phone.
His tone carried a hint of regret.
It seemed as if Oda Mai was not quite dead yet, but she was already one foot into the other side of the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Wait."
Yi Lin's expression changed slightly, "She's not dead—Oda Mai's avatar is still lit up in my friends' list."
