"Finally arrived, have you?"
A hoarse and vicissitudinous voice emanated from inside the room.
Luo Di was sitting in the Dean's chair, his current image a far cry from that of a human being compared to a month ago.
It was as if he had aged over a decade in the span of a month; his face still bore the remnants of unevenly shaven stubble, and his body was visibly emaciated, some muscles having atrophied.
Vicissitudinous and aged.
Most importantly, the youthful vigor was gone, his pupils diffused with a murky haze.
In addition, a shock collar for severely ill patients was bound tightly around Luo Di's neck, causing visible indentations and tight wrinkles on the skin, clearly not quite the right size.
The girl looked at the "uncle" before her, who was wholly unlike the Connector she had imagined, the one who used dual identities to infiltrate the sisterhood and handle the island incident, highly regarded by her senior brother.
