Hungry flames were devouring the wood, making them drown in a glowing beauty. The sparks were flying in the air and turning cold, and ash was going to lie down on the cold earth.
Xing Huan hugged her knees and watched the prince who was sitting on a rock. Not being able to talk to him, he also said no words.
"Is our life depending on each other?"
She began while picking a small branch and poking the flames.
"It seems, how come!"
His voice was tensed. To him, she was selfish. Unless everything was related to her and her people the world must become as if heaven but if someone else from another kin was in misery, then she would simply pass.
"Li Shu, she can come back to the castle but I doubt prince Wu Xiuying can!"
His head averted on her, was she going to bound him?
"Excuse me?"
"During the night, your body will become as usual. If the devil realizes, you'll die!"
