Lin Ruan’s eyes froze for a second, then her voice dripped with venom. “What’s it to you?” He Jingze let out a short, humorless laugh. “The Lin Ruan of today is much more beautiful,” he said, his tone hauntingly soft. “Like a real, living person.” As he spoke, he reached a hand toward her. Before he could even make contact, Lin Ruan swatted it away in disgust. “Get away from me. You’re disgusting.