I don't know if it was to better meld into her role, but Xuan Wen did not struggle anymore; she allowed Gao Ming to lead her by the hand through the pitch-black corridor.
Inside the number three residence, almost no light shone, radiating an eerie and bizarre atmosphere. Aside from their heartbeats, there was nothing but deathly silence.
What should have been an environment that suffocates even breathing now felt somewhat intimate.
No matter whether the woman before him was the real Xuan Wen or not, Gao Ming chose not to doubt, and he unreservedly spoke of how he was schemed against by the God of the Past.
In fact, this was Gao Ming laying his cards on the table since if the person was truly Xuan Wen, telling the truth would not matter; if it was God in disguise, then they would already know everything, as the culprit, so it wouldn't matter either.
