Hao Ren suddenly came out from his daze. "Unusual phenomena? What happened?"
"Let's start with my recent work," White Flame stepped aside, signaling them not to stand outside. "Please come in. The room's a bit messy, I hope you don't mind," she said.
When they entered the room, the condition of the room left a deep impression on Hao Ren for the wrong reason. It was as if White Flame had not cleaned her room for a hundred years. Nothing was in the right place. Comic books and magazines of different languages were all over the floor. It seemed that White Flame knew many languages.
