Qiluo felt absolutely terrible.
She couldn't fathom why close friends would hurt each other. Nor could she understand why words that should have been easy to say always had to be hidden in front of important people.
"This is the rule of this city," a voice echoed in her heart, her own voice.
You know, Qiluo. We are Superpower Users, we always have to hide our secrets, we must cover up our strange hearts.
Otherwise, secrets and truths would hurt each other, and important people would be dragged into the vortex of disaster...
It seemed like her own thought. Was it a notion she had held in the past? Before her memory loss? She vaguely heard her own name but could not make it out clearly...
Qiluo slapped her head and retorted firmly, "That's so strange!"