Drawing the ground as a prison _1

"This Kasaya can't be real!"

The little ghost spirit said in a low voice as it twisted its hands together. It lowered its reddened face.

From the looks of it, he knew that she actually wanted to shout out to vent her emotions.

Tang Zhen's deduction was too big of a blow to the little spirit. It had almost destroyed all of her hopes.

The hope of holding on was instantly destroyed. Anyone who encountered this kind of situation would definitely be unable to control their emotions.

The pitiful little spirit had an abnormally weak personality, and this state was already her greatest form of catharsis.

Tang Zhen also did not say anything. He merely looked at the little spirit in silence and waited for her to calm down.

The truth might be cruel, but being deceived was even more tragic. If one had to choose between the two, most people would probably choose the former.

Tang Zhen's motive for telling the truth was not merely because he was kind. He had other plans.