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That was a laugh bordering on madness.
"Fantastic..." Zhuang Jing, clad in white, tilted her head to gaze at the barren sky and took a deep breath.
Gu Ran felt a chill; the Zhuang Jing before his eyes seemed to be breathing in the air of [Psychological Shadow], like a creature of darkness, a native of this place.
"Mrs. Jing!" He called out subconsciously.
As if not calling out, not making a sound to hold her back, Zhuang Jing in front of him would completely become a creature wandering in the [Psychological Shadow].
Zhuang Jing lowered her head, the smile on her face receded quite a bit, but she was still very happy, to an extent Gu Ran had never seen before.
"Ran, don't you find it exciting?" she asked Gu Ran, "We might have defied the laws of nature and broken through the limits of possibility, to partly unravel the truth of [Psychological Shadow] in the future!"
Gu Ran stood up and said, "Mrs. Jing, I'm just worried about you."
