Ma Yin looked at the blood tear on the statue's face, and a weird emotion formed in her heart. It was fear and familiarity, like she had been through this before.
"We cannot stay here any longer. We have to leave now!"
Liu Xianxian was completely unmoved by the urgency in Ma Yin's voice. Her slender arms curved inwards to hug her shoulders like she was suddenly feeling very cold.
"So, he really doesn't love me. I've been reading too much into this." Liu Xianxian's emotions were unravelling, and she started to cry, talking to the air. "Since he doesn't love me, then why did he give me hope? Why did he torture me?"
Ma Yin shook Liu Xianxian. "We can talk about this outside. It's not safe here."
