"He's changed. His blood has turned increasingly cold from within. Everyone who crosses his path in that never-ending circle of darkness fears him."
"But then again, what does it matter? What he has gained doesn't even compare to what he has lost."
Yuanya's consciousness was a bit foggy now, so she didn't pay attention to these deep and complex words.
She thought this was just a 'story'.
"Where did you get this story from?"
Her eyelids were fighting to close but she forced a smile, "I bet the little boy in your story finds a happy ending..."
Lan Xiu traced her features - eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, with his slender fingers.
The chill left his gaze, gradually replaced by warmth.
"Yes, I think he has found his own happiness," he said.
Yuanya's body was shaking, feeling colder. She curled herself in Lan Xiu's arms, wishing to become one with him.
"That... that's really great..."
Her voice was soft as a feather, weak and heart-wrenching.
