Hearing the question posed by the female ghost before her, He Qing didn't answer but instead counter-questioned, "Then do you feel that your wish has been fulfilled?
"Of course, it's been fulfilled."
The female ghost before her smiled, her face—belonging to Lu Shaodan—radiating a profound sense of self-satisfaction.
She sighed contentedly and couldn't help but reach out to caress her own cheek, "Ever since I became sensible, I never seriously looked at my own face. Pockmarked and full of indentations, what was there to see? It would just scare me."
Her expression became distant as she remembered the unbearable past, which seemed like a previous life, unable to evoke even the slightest emotion from her; instead, her voice grew more even.
"...For so many years, I never stepped outside because doing so would frighten others. For eight whole years, from the age of six to fourteen, I was confined within a pitch-dark room."
