Gu Yi'an sneered as she looked at Bo Yi.
"Your experiment is on me, right? Although I'm not entirely sure what you're trying to achieve, my reactions... or rather, the changes in my body, are crucial to you. They directly determine the success or failure of your attempt, don't they?"
Gu Yi'an's voice was very clear, her pace neither hurried nor slow. She wasn't aggressive, yet Bo Yi found it hard to breathe.
He had always known she was smart, but how could she be this smart?
Her judgment was indeed correct.
Indeed, his experiments, his attempts, everything was based on her reactions or, to be precise, the changes in her body. Just like the life-and-death crises she had experienced time and again since childhood, every crisis was carefully designed by Angel Island. Every aspect was meticulously crafted, with one singular purpose—to stimulate her body, to break through some limit, and ultimately draw out the part within her that ordinary people couldn't reach.
