The evening breeze was somewhat chilly, the wind sweeping into the hover car, ruffling Hexia's hair as she sat alone in the back, propping her head up with her hand, her mind replaying the recent events.
For social outcasts like Qiao Long, Hexia had never had much fondness, and had it not been for his special Talent, which assured her he wasn't lying, she would have never agreed to meet.
Accepting an invitation from a stranger, let alone an enemy, to venture into dangerous territory was never a wise decision.
But, possessing the Talent of a Songstress and under the perception of Soul Resonance, the feelings of anxiety and regret emanating from Qiao Long had caused her some hesitancy—could she really decline and then just watch a life pass, especially when that life was one she recognized?
She stood in the hallway for a minute, pondering. If she were to refuse, though it wouldn't be her fault, she felt she would regret the decision and grieve over it.
