"Master, Master, I'm sorry. Master… waaah." The blob of water kept circling around Qiao Mu, but it did not dare to approach her too closely.
Qiao Mu also did not expect her emotional breakdown to assault her so fast. She had thought she concealed her wound perfectly. She even thought she had completely forgotten her past already.
However, now, it appeared she did not…
Some things could not be forgotten simply because you purposely choose to forget it. If you do not gouge out the rotten flesh around the wound, it will never mend completely.
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and looked up at the faint sunlight sprinkling down.
When Qiao Mu turned around, she was surprised by the bawling blob of water. To begin with, this thing was made from water, so its form of crying consisted of two pillars of tears spraying from the main blob and cascading to the ground.
