Wu Xia's eyes were moist.
Although he wanted to rescue Lin Jiao,
he could not bring himself to exchange someone else's life for Lin Jiao's.
His heart could not surmount this hurdle.
Yet, now the reality lay before him; as the Vermilion Bird was being manipulated, she turned into specks of light, dissipating into the air.
Even the semen that Wu Xia had ejaculated scattered on the ground with the Vermilion Bird's final, carefree moments.
The space before him was completely empty.
The Vermilion Bird had completely vanished from here.
The air still held the scent of her body and the sight of Wu Xia sitting there, naked and at a loss.
Wu Xia's eyes were wet.
The sacrifice of the Vermilion Bird had struck a profound blow to him.
For the first time, feelings of self-reproach, guilt, and even bewilderment surfaced in his heart.
He did not know whether his selfish actions in favor of his family, disregarding the lives of others, were right or wrong.
