บท 297: Sick Book

Shen Wenjun's head hung low behind her, motionless, as if she were asleep.

At this moment, her cervical vertebrae were broken, the nerves inside severed into two, the main organs of her body came to a halt, her heart ceased beating, her brain lacked oxygen, dead beyond death.

Suddenly, in the mirror, Shen Wenjun, whose head had been twisted 180 degrees, immediately restored her head to its original position, looking quiet and absorbed in reading again.

However, in reality, Shen Wenjun remained motionless, her vitality long gone.

In the next moment, the Shen Wenjun in the mirror suddenly disappeared and then appeared in reality.

As for the real Shen Wenjun who died, her body turned into ashes in an instant.

"From now on, you are Shen Wenjun."

Fang Yuan's voice emerged from the invisible air.

"I've always been Shen Wenjun."

Shen Wenjun shrugged.

"Well, I've repaired your body, and no one will notice any problems."

After saying this, Fang Yuan left.