Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Projection of Regrets
Shi Li was thoroughly shocked.
Together for two years, she had never seen Chen Du so vulnerable.
Under the sunlight, his skin was almost transparent, his clear Adam's apple rising and falling as he choked, tears streaming down his neck.
Shi Li suddenly felt uncomfortable seeing this scene, turned her eyes away.
Of course not heartache, soul bodies have no heart.
Maybe... too unaccustomed?
Shi Li always felt Chen Du had no human emotions, even secretly complained his perfect shell hid an AI.
He was always busy, his grand and cliché ideals established on barren ground, so he was more hardworking than anyone.
A day twenty-four hours arranged meticulously, like a precision clock, every gear calibrated accurately, day and night humming, without temperature.
Dating him seemed dispensable.
More accurately, dating was dispensable for both of them.
When they were together, it was the most destitute and impoverished period for both, two star-gazing poor students, striving desperately for dreams in their childhood, with little time left for each other.
So calculated, although together for two years, they hadn't had a proper date like other college couples.
Shi Li recalled the sister's sad back just now, sighed softly.
Indeed true love changes a person, even someone as cold as Chen Du could fall head over heels into love.
She took back that scumbag comment, their couple matters, she shouldn't comment.
Now the top priority was how to get Chen Du to burn money for her.
Yelling like that obviously wouldn't work, Chen Du couldn't hear.
Soul bodies and living people were like different frequencies, interfering but not perceiving each other, only when he slept could there be frequency crossover.
So what to do?
Could she possess him again, go get the money herself?
Shi Li hadn't figured out the side effects of soul possession yet, didn't know if it was because she was too agitated by the dogs, or the possession time too long, leading to this result.
She couldn't experiment casually, Chen Du's life was also life.
...So frustrating.
Shi Li sat on the coffee table, legs crossed, thinking hard but couldn't think of a good way.
She looked at Chen Du.
He had calmed his emotions, finished the last cigarette, suddenly stood up to the bathroom.
The bathroom door wasn't closed, Shi Li followed to the door, watched him wash face and brush teeth.
Washing, his prominent nose started bleeding again.
Shi Li guiltily shrank back, watching Chen Du calmly turn on the faucet.
He seemed unsurprised, uncaring.