"Are you... alright?" Xi Li's gentle hand wiped away the helpless tears.
Su Ming'an noticed he was shedding a strange liquid. He quickly wiped it away, calmly saying, "It's nothing, we..."
This physiological change was caused by the soul's limit, not weakness, he understood this clearly. His calmness was as steadfast as ever, always ready to pick up his pack and head to the next stop.
He picked up the dagger, blood dripping through his fingers, his expression once again becoming cold and hard.
However, he was embraced by a soft hug.
This embrace froze him entirely; he never expected such a hug. Helpless, strange, like opening a mystical box.
White hair slid down his back, the youth's pupils flashing intensely.
The ripples in his eyes flickered, like stars repeatedly extinguishing and reigniting.
—Ah.
What is this, what does this mean.
He was already prepared to numb his heart once more, endure the endless disgust, accept the sacrifice, and continue to move forward.
