I am nothing like my parents!

"What…?" Qi Jianyi's breath hitched at Miss Qi's words.

Stunned, she cupped her hands over her mouth, an audible gasp escaping her lips. She stared at Miss Qi, whose eyes were shrouded in eerie emptiness—yet within that void, a subtle trace of shock lingered, as if she herself still couldn't believe what she had witnessed back then.

"I was surprised too, just like you…" Miss Qi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a long moment, silence stretched between them. Then, she slowly lifted her gaze, as if reliving a memory burned into her soul.

"It's still vivid in my mind," she continued, her tone distant, almost dreamlike. "That night, you woke up in the middle of the night and started typing—like a woman possessed, like you were writing an entirely new story. At first, I didn't understand. But then, I noticed something strange."