Actually, Tang Si had long forgotten what that feeling was like; he had gone through too many complex experiences, each time overlaying those that once felt thrilling and profound.
As each experience became more profound, those simple initial feelings were entirely forgotten.
He could only vaguely remember that he truly wasn't afraid of anything.
Song Yi could see her own image deeply engraved in his pupils.
Listening to the man's calm response, Song Yi seemed to understand something, handed him a cup of warm water, and changed the topic: "Want to drink?"
Such things were too profound for him; there was no need to stir up unpleasant memories.
Tang Si was that kind of person—
Some places, when he visited were dark and dirty, yet when he left they were ablaze with lights.
This might be a responsibility, fulfilling his wish to pass on the light until all lights were bright.
Tang Si took a gentle sip, and behind him, someone brought up a dish.
