The emotions stirring in his heart made the rustling hum in his mind grow louder.
Finally—
In a moment, the face of the Song Sparrow suddenly cracked with fissures.
"Ah..."
The Hairdresser couldn't help but cover his left eye, stopping his steps and letting out a low, pained groan.
The intense agony made it seem as though the nerves in his eyes were throbbing.
"—What happened?"
Immediately, Morgan heard his lament.
Although her own tear stains were not yet wiped away, and her eyes were blurred and swollen… she still wiped her face, immediately gripping the Hairdresser's left arm, forcibly moving his arm to see what it was covering.
Indeed, the Hairdresser's face resembled a shattered porcelain…
His left cheek from the forehead to the cheekbone, erupted with a crack about five centimeters long.
The sky-blue left eye lost its luster, dimmed, looking like broken glass.
A pale burst of Flames surged out from the shattered pupil.
