"Pei Yuhang, although you asked me to leave with you."
Fan Xuan lifted her gaze slightly. Her eyes were as clear as water, yet they held a hint of imperceptible gloom.
"But I'm afraid I can't promise you that. I grew up in the Yin Yang Sacred Land. Everything I know, my only family, is here.
If I were to elope with you, I would be irresponsible toward my sister.
So, Pei Yuhang, I won't go with you. You should leave this place. This is your cage, not mine."
Fan Xuan looked up at Pei Yuhang again. Her smile was still gentle, yet it revealed an unshakable resolve.
But Pei Yuhang's mind was in turmoil, and he could no longer take in anything she was saying.
If the Fan Xuan before him was fake, and he was the only real person here, then there was truly no point in taking her away.
Fan Xuan was already dead. What good would it do to take a fake version of her to escape the Yin Yang Sacred Land, other than making his own escape more difficult?
