Zhin hesitated, his silence speaking volumes. He had always kept his emotions tightly guarded, his past a closed book even to those closest to him. But Qiao Daiyu's persistent curiosity, her genuine concern for his well-being, was slowly chipping away at his defenses.
"It's complicated," he finally admitted, his voice a low murmur. "My past... it's not something I'm proud of. I've done things... things I can never take back."
"I see... but you didn't like the demonic cult that suddenly killed humans... I wonder why..." She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Want to know the truth?" Zhin exclaimed, his heterochromia eyes gleaming in the sunlight, though his voice remained calm.
She nodded, her curiosity piqued.
