Chapter 8

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt.

Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed.

My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye.

I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake.

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction.

I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher.

Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

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