Xia Xindong urged Song Yunuan to go back early to rest, and he had reached the limit of his endurance.
That damn thing wanted to come out, it wanted to see what exactly was going on with Little Nuan.
Their interaction had been so crazy and intense for the first time, and he had discovered that his self-control seemed to have improved over these past few days.
But he had reached his limit.
If he didn't go back, retreat into the darkness, he'd turn into a clown.
After all, Little Nuan's predictions hadn't included any information about him going mad.
So there was only one possibility, he had devoured them, because the desire for revenge made him the most suitable candidate.
Xia Xindong still maintained his usual pace, even as he left the lit area outside the commune's entrance, he didn't want to give away any hint of disturbance.
