The girl's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and then she sharply turned her head to look at the figure hidden in the darkness next to her.
There was no cold aura spreading, no terrifying pressure flashing by, yet without any warning, Ji Xiaodao suddenly clenched her hands nervously.
She felt it, even though this so-called 'feeling' seemed absurd to even herself. Even though everything around her, including the person next to her, was exactly the same as a few minutes ago, the girl instinctively made a baseless judgment—
He had reverted.
Ji Xiaodao didn't know why she was so certain, but she thought so stubbornly, like an obsessed person persisting in their delusion.
The difference was that most obsessives cling to things that provide comfort on a spiritual or material level, like the tragic characters in many film and anime subjects who self-hypnotize while holding a corpse, saying, 'It's okay! He/She/It must be okay!' That's usually the process they follow.
