"Indeed... Since you like it, I can't really say much. That girl is here, goodbye."
After saying this, the Mentor smiled at him and strolled toward the exit of the confinement room.
The layered metal doors opened one by one, and under the dazzling light, a white-haired girl walked in. She passed by the Mentor.
The Mentor stood outside the door, quietly glancing sideways at the girl's figure as she entered the room.
At this moment, Ji Minghuan was lying on the table, burying his head in his arms, pretending to sleep soundly.
Kong Youling sat across the table. She couldn't see his expression, and this time couldn't figure out whether Ji Minghuan was really pretending to sleep.
She paused for a moment, then examined him like a little penguin from Antarctica, and slowly walked over to poke his shoulder with her finger.
"I'm dead." Ji Minghuan kept his eyes closed, stubbornly refusing to open them, mouthing silently: "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead..."
