Xue Yinzhou scrutinized her. "You've changed a lot these days, like you're a different person."
Shen Tang appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was panicking—Xue Yinzhou had been by the original's side for so many years, and knew her temperament inside out. Did he notice something?
Just as Shen Tang tried to come up with an excuse, the man turned away and looked ahead coldly. "We're here."
Shen Tang stepped forward, only to discover there was a cliff ahead.
Below the cliff was a vast, dense jungle. Not far away, the silhouette of a factory stood out under the dull sky, its chimney snapped in half, exposed rebar like broken bones. Gray-green vines wound over the copper walls and iron fences, sprawled in the forest like a dying behemoth, its entrance impossible to make out.
"It's so high, how am I going to get down?" Shen Tang muttered under her breath. She turned her head, and abruptly met the man's cold, sinister face.
