Qiao Zhi was still a little immersed in the tragic story of the original soul when a faint buzzing sound pulled her back into the present. The phone resting beside her desktop lit up and vibrated against the wooden table. A notification banner flashed across the screen—WeChat.
Her gaze lingered for a moment before she lazily reached for the phone. With a swipe of her thumb, the message popped up, and sure enough, the name on the screen was exactly who she expected: Li Dong.
It was sent to the fake WeChat account that the original soul had created solely for the purpose of communicating with him. Qiao Zhi's lips curled into a cold smile.
She tapped into the chat box and read his words.
Li Dong:"What's wrong, Susu? Why aren't you talking in the game?"
