So far, the existence of space had already begun to make her feel imnse pressure.
"Ningning, what’s wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Upon hearing the door open, An Dafu, who was about to go out to find them, imdiately ca out. Once he saw them return, he instantly sighed in relief.
However, An Ning’s expression worried him.
"I’m fine, just got frightened by the sound of the wolf howling," An Ning said.
"It’s good that you’re okay, don’t be afraid anymore. We’re already ho, and the wall is so high, wolves can’t get in," An Dafu comforted.
However, An Ning only felt a numbness spread through her body, followed by a piercing pain.
"Uncle, I stayed up too late last night, I want to go back to my room and sleep for a while. Don’t call for dinner, I’ll eat after I’ve rested enough," An Ning said.
"Okay, if you’re tired, then quickly go back to your room and rest. If you feel unwell, speak up, don’t force yourself," An Dafu still felt that there was sothing off about An Ning’s complexion.
But An Dafu didn’t know the extent of the pain An Ning’s body was enduring at that mont.
Yet she had to pretend, not letting him see through it.
Because even if he knew, it would only make him worry for nothing, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
Once she finally got back to her room, An Ning imdiately locked the door.
She slid down to the ground, powerless.
"Host, don’t resist anymore. Follow the space’s directive, and you will gain the most benefits!"
The cold chanical voice rang out, only making An Ning increasingly repulsed.
"I’m really doubtful now, whether it’s really the space’s directive, or just your directive, Tutu!"
Although the pain in her body had temporarily disappeared, the feeling of the sharp pain just now remained in her, making it difficult for her to recover imdiately.
So, her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
Tutu: "Naturally, it is the space’s directive. The original intention of creating the space was to do good deeds, to fill the world with kindness and light. We are all ant to serve the space!"
"The person who would create such a space must also be a kind person, right?" An Ning asked.
The rabbit did not answer this question, and An Ning could not explore its thoughts nor understand what his lack of response ant.
However, An Ning was sowhat skeptical. If it was really a person full of kindness who created this space, indeed, using rewards to motivate others to do good deeds was the best way. But adding threats to the rewards, is that still considered kindness?
Moreover, she always had a feeling that the rabbit longed for gratitude more intensely than she did?
For a long ti, the rabbit didn’t answer, and An Ning didn’t continue asking.
She thought the matter had passed, and once she recovered, she got up from the ground, wanting to climb onto the kang to rest for a while.
However, just as she stood up, pain surged through her body again.
"Host, you do not have the right to choose. Between doing good deeds and death, have you made up your mind?"
The chanical, cold voice of the rabbit made An Ning’s heart chill, yet he persisted.
"If the price of being alive is to be controlled by others for a lifeti, then I’d rather be dead."
As she spoke, An Ning lay on the kang with a composed look.
But only she knew the true extent of the discomfort within her body.
"Then doesn’t the host think about her family? In that life, Yan Shi jumped into the river holding Xiaoniu because of you. Does the host wish to see such a scene reoccur?"
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