Luan gazed at the floor in front of him with vacant eyes.
The cold wind didn't seem to be able to do anything to him, and even though the aura of moonlight covering him was gone, the bizarre entities still kept themselves at bay.
"The second time...
"The second time I've died..."
The crunches he heard before he was devoured replayed in his head.
"So... harrowing..."
A single tear fell down his eye and dripped to the ground, looking like a clear crystal in the middle of the night.
He wiped his face with his hands and was about to search for Moonlight when he noticed something abnormal.
His skin was fair.
His skin had never been fair before.
It was always dark.
It had never changed, not even once.
He only felt that he had become fairer when he broke through under the influence of the moonlight.
He never thought the moonlight was capable of completely changing his skin colour.
