Gu Siting's eyes were red with bloodshot, a dark aura enshrouding him.
He seemed cold, distant, and frigid throughout.
Unapproachable.
Ming Yao's gaze met his frosty eyes, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Normally eloquent and facile with words, she found herself at a loss for what to say at this moment.
The space was filled with a heavy, deathly stillness.
Little Snowball in Gu Siting's arms seemed to sense that something was amiss.
Ignoring the dark and forbidding expression of its master, it mustered its last breath and forcefully jumped into Ming Yao's arms.
The moment Ming Yao held Little Snowball, the tears she had been holding back uncontrollably started to flow.
This was the first time she had truly cried since her rebirth.
From the bottom of her heart.
Intensely gripping, painful, suffocating.
