Wen Meimei laughed at herself, "Do you know? That was the fifth floor I jumped from the window, and there were a lot of trees below... I gambled with fate, and the result was that I won, I didn't die."
"Where did the fire happen?"
"Hehe..." Wen Meimei gave a tragically beautiful smile but didn't reply.
Really, what's there to say about such things? Besides, the one she's confiding in is none other than Qiao, the King of Hell.
Those things, there's no need to bring them up to anyone.
The girl's tragically beautiful yet despairing smile was like a ruthless blade, mercilessly piercing through Qiao Chengxun's body.
He couldn't help but grab the girl's small hand, simply wishing to pass on some comfort to her.
And so, they fell into silence, neither of them speaking.
…
At the Dixiao Clubhouse, in a certain villa.
The room of an otaku was filled with posters of anime characters, his desk was covered in various anime stickers, and even the floor tiles were adorned with cartoons.