"So that's how it is."
After listening to Xiao He's narration, Chen Mu let out a light sigh and gently caressed Xu Hongyu's blue-black hair.
Xu Hongyu was not truly cold and indifferent. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that in this world, there were no absolutely indifferent people, even those who cultivated 'indifference'-type Artistic Conceptions were merely on the path towards it.
Xu Hongyu had simply suppressed all her emotions since she was very young, and over time, this had formed a layer of frosty ice. However, there were still those in the world who could easily breach this layer of ice, such as her father, Xu Yichuan. Even when she had anticipated it, she still hoped for the 'what if'—what if her father were still alive.
To witness Xu Yichuan turn into a Corpse Refinement with her own eyes
What surged within her was an indescribable sorrow.
