If the Ghost King were to look, he would see the hurt cross his feature. If the raven-haired male turned around, he would see how hard he was squeezing the wooden tray. If Wang Li would glance behind him, he would see how hard he was trying not to cry.
Ying Yue walked with his back straight out of the bath, but he moved quickly to his room and threw himself on the bed.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' he berated himself and covered his face.
Letting out a breath he turned around to sit up on the bed. Looking out the window, he just stared for a moment before closing his eyes. Hand on his heart, he felt the beating of his organ and the flow of his spiritual energy. He would have to learn more about what he could do with his power. What could he create and use it for? He knew it helped him increase his strength and speed quicker.
