“Undead?”
Gloria’s thin eyebrows slightly twisted as she frowned. After she sighed, she said with a lonely tone, “I… I don’t even know what I am. Maybe I’m an undead like you said, or maybe I’m not. I was created… generated from my little sister’s excessive longing for me…”
“A second identity?” Qian Jin remembered a technical term from a medical book he read and quickly said it out loud.
“A second identity?” A pondering expression appeared on Gloria’s face. Then, a cold smile appeared; it was so cold that Qian Jin felt like it was even colder than the weather in Four Season Valley. “This is a very suitable term. Did you come up with it?” she asked.
Qian Jin laughed as he shrugged his shoulders. Among all the peers his age, very few of them had read as many books as him. This was true, even among the young people who wanted to become civil officials, doctors, or other professions who needed to read a lot.
“I’m going to start meditating.”
