"Where's your hand?"
The junior sister reached out, but there was nothing there.
"It's gone. You wanted to see what was wrong with my body, right? Well, here it is." Zhang Ze casually shrugged his sleeve.
The sleeve was empty; not only his right hand but even his forearm had completely disappeared.
The junior sister lifted Zhang Ze's sleeve, finding no bloodstains or scars from healed injuries.
There was only a dull gray smooth surface.
"I'm not looking anymore, just change back, quickly..."
The junior sister held Zhang Ze's upper arm, gently shaking it, momentarily at a loss.
Facing the junior sister's request, Zhang Ze was in a bit of a dilemma.
He scratched his head with his left hand, "I can't do it, I can't change it back, it..."
Zhang Ze sensed something, "Hmm, it's completely disconnected now."
Junior sister, "?"
She was genuinely panicking.
"So from now on, you'll be like this, I—it's all my fault..."
