Hu Lijing pushed closer to Li Xinyuan's shoulder, his body shivering as he attempted to seek some form of comfort and companionship in the latter.
A tough life. He had had a tough life. It was the one fact that he had consciously chosen to overlook time and time again. Perhaps he was afraid of being confronted by the reality of the kind of life he'd led for nearly a thousand years.
Or perhaps it was something else.
But now, when Li Xinyuan said those words to him, it was as if a stubborn fog had been lifted from his eyes, baring the complete painting of the situation to him. Hu Lijing's situation to Hu Lijing himself.
