Before she could finish speaking, the girl on the other end had already hung up the call!
An Yeran had wide, shocked eyes.
She felt as though her limbs had become rigid.
— The mental world.
Not the world of novels.
So, the world she had crossed into was not a novel, but the mental world that the system had built for Lu Xiu after he fell unconscious?!
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"Bang!"
The iron door on the roof behind her was kicked open with force!
An Yeran was somewhat startled; she slowly turned her head around.
Standing before her was Shen Zhizhu, who she had seen the night before.
His appearance was still the same as the young man in white she remembered.
The frames of the young man's glasses reflected a silver light; he was breathless, his chest heaved violently, and sweat slipped down his forehead as if he was anxious about something. His pitch-black eyes stared intently at the girl with reddened eyes.
Just as An Yeran was about to ask, he suddenly spoke:
