Lila clutched her head, step by step heading to the rooftop of the big marketplace.
"What was your past like?" Xu Yang couldn't help but ask.
Lila didn't stop walking. The voltage of the consciousness chip fluctuated continuously, and the past memory still compiled on the memory storage of the chip was gradually unearthed by her, each spark resembling the pain of her memories flashing.
Her recollection was like clutching at thorns barehanded, the blood poured freely.