Chapter 82

• Odessa went into her hut and sat on the cold floor. She curled her legs together, the paper laying between her legs, her elbows resting on her thighs while she supported her jaw with her palms.
• She was gazing at the blank wall, pondering over the matter again and again. She wanted to understand that it wasn't necessary for her to be a reincarnated immortal—that it was just that her handwriting was unique, but no matter how she tried to convince herself, she couldn't.
• Tired of sitting, she stood and began pacing from one corner of the room to the other, “Will the king truly answer it? He isn't an immortal, or is it because he has lived for thousands of years?” she said to herself, digging her finger into her palm.