After that, even though the messages sent by Wáng Qígē's account still appeared as garbled text, Liǔ Cháoquè logged in every single day like clockwork. She didn't play the game; they just chatted. She would share interesting anecdotes from her daily life, vent to her about absurd things happening at school, and talk about delicious food she had tried as well as the Otome Game she had gotten hooked on.
Even though that Otome Game was a criminal investigation game, and even though everything she shared was precisely what she was experiencing in reality.
Even though the text on the other end remained a string of asterisks, even though she still hadn't cracked the encrypted call—a decoding task even harder than reading lips—and despite the System's constant interference, she never grew tired of it, and her unread count remained at 99+ every single time.
Chapter 72