"Explain," Liu Sumeng's voice echoed like a command, long fingers creeping to his sword hilt. His eyes were like daggers, cutting and unyielding.
Yuan Xuelan felt his heart stutter as a foreign ringing sound invaded his ear. It was likely the sound of his thoughts, being blown apart and shattered into nothingness.
The sharp intensity of those narrow eyes spoke volumes while silence stretched between them.
Yuan Xuelan felt hopelessly defeated, trying to grasp onto straws. "I just want her to be happy," he said.
"Will she be happy once dead?" The words were like a knife to the heart and Yuan Xuelan already knew the truth.
Of course not.
But Chen Anyue wasn't going to live, not in this timeline. There was nothing they could do to help her. Yuan Xuelan couldn't bring himself to say that. He didn't even know how he could admit it to himself. "Shijie would like you to come with us…"
