I know it was you who did it.

The envelope had some thickness, no longer just a single flimsy piece of letter paper.

At this moment, Lu Li wished it were a love letter from Mrs. Slav. Although it would bring some troubles, at least it wouldn't plunge Lu Li into those terrifying and bizarre speculations.

But often, when you hope that an upcoming event isn't something bad, it usually turns out to be exactly that.

Inside, there were no flowery prose from a third-rate writer, just a stack of four-panel comics.

Lu Li recognized a character in the first panel—it was himself—marked by a pair of unique, ringed black eyes.

In the first scene, a character crouched outdoors, facing away. The black-eyed character representing Lu Li stood behind him.

The whirlpool-like black lines that made up the eyes were profound, inducing an inexplicable shudder.

In the next panel, "Lu Li" reached out both hands, placing them on the sides of the head of the character facing away.