"But her body is alive right now." Nishimura Soichiro eyes him solemnly. "Choi Minho, whether it's the devil's mark or the water from the river of death, Wakana's body is still alive. If we can find a way to return her soul to her body, she might live again."
Choi Minho glances at Wakana. Her skin is nearly white, half-rigid. Her lips have turned purple and dry. Wounds on her cheeks and foreheads are wide open, refusing to heal or bleed. Even if they find a way to return her soul to her body, she will never ever be the same.
Wakana is truly dead.
"I know that it's difficult to see her like this." Nishimura Soichiro places his hand on his shoulder. "However, can you let her go and reincarnate?"
"I can." Choi Minho replies with a calm voice, "It's because I can't bear to see her suffer in that kind of body. Spawn in her belly should be killed right now. But I can't do it. It has a part of her."
