[No, Xiao Yueyue, it's not…] Tuzi AoFen's voice was weak. Everyone in the small world glared at him with murderous intent.
He wasn't afraid of them, but how she would look at him in the future. It was his fault for helping A'Ying hide this from her.
[Fen Fen, let me ask you a question.] Her voice sounded empty, like her heart.
Tuzi AoFen's heart trembled. As if it was being squeezed by something, it felt painful, even breathing.
[Who is this person that looks like the master?]
[It's him—another one of him. A'Ying has two souls, and two of them belonged to him.] He tremblingly explained.
[So, this is my master.] She said it faintly. The person who looked down on her stupid expression was her master, and the one who used her as a tool was also her master. She understood it.
Tuzi AoFen closed his eyes in pain. His back was lonely, and his pair of bunny ears went down.
