Han Moze stood in all-black attire with his hands arrogantly behind his back. His long, coarse, black hair blew with the wind, and he stared out at the vast blue sky before him with dark, enigmatic eyes that shone softly with determination.
Shuang'er, wait for me! I'll definitely save you!
Even if I have to search heaven and earth, or sacrifice my life, I'll save you!
Because you're worth it!
Little White Flower could tell that Han Moze was in a bad mood, so she didn't ask anymore. But deep down inside, she grew even more curious. Just where did big sister go?
