"Give up?" Chu Mo's face maintained its calmness, as he muttered to himself softly, then further added, "If I give up just like that, I will be left with lasting regrets and I will never forgive myself in this lifetime."
Chu Mo raised his head as he spoke, looking at the Realm Spirit, "You said earlier that there isn't much hope… so, doesn't it mean that there's still hope, right? Please… tell me."
Chu Mo slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again, "This is very important to me!"
"Alright." The Realm Spirit sighed, his gaze fell onto Chu Mo's eyes, filled with complexity. Once, long ago, someone had uttered the same words to him. Watching the calm facade concealing the lava-like turmoil underneath in this young man's eyes, a faint smile emerged on the Realm Spirit's face.
"So similar!" He merely voiced out two words.
"What?" Chu Mo was confused.
