"Well..." Qing Shui sunk into a brief moment of silence. He didn't remark about Zhizhi's death but smiled instead. "You know that she is still alive."
"I do," Chang agreed. "We lived together for some time, I just don't believe that she could've died that way."
"She couldn't, however, if I hadn't conducted my research on her, she would've been dead a long time ago. I didn't lie to you about the internal bleeding from the rupture of viscera." Qing Shui stood up, patting Chang's shoulder. "But then, since you've asked about this, I can't betray your expectations. When the sun rises up tomorrow, I'll take her to you."
"Thanks." Chang nodded. "Can I ask you something? Why did you choose Zhizhi as your experiment subject?"
