Despite this being merely a superficial distinction of identities, their personalities, ways of thinking, and life experiences were indeed worlds apart.
The two locked eyes once more.
This time, neither of them avoided the other's gaze; instead, they scrutinized each other more intently.
"Yeah, what I've always wanted is 'answers.'"
Finally, Yi Qingyan nodded slightly and replied softly.
"However, Miss An, I won't tell you everything. There are things I haven't figured out myself."
Yi Qingyan had felt the presence of the "Infernal Hell" since birth, but she only accepted this ability a day ago.
"Of course, I feel the same. Just say what you can."
An Zhizhen laid out several printed photos on the coffee table in sequence.
"This is the change brought by your ability. It looks... incredibly destructive."
Staring at the ruined buildings and the few decapitated bodies in the photos, a faint smile curled her lips.