Everything was blurry like he was in a fog. It was white, hazy, indistinct, and had no base to support it.
Only that gentle voice sounded as if it was right beside his ears.
"'Qiren, I beg you, don't be afraid."'
'How can this be?' His heart was filled with strange resentment and grief, but he had nowhere to vent these emotions. It was as if… he was losing something.
"'I'm just… I'm just…"'
That voice sounded so helpless, so miserable… like it was leaving him.
"'I'm just… living in a world different from you."'
Her voice dispersed. He suddenly felt very empty, and his heart clenched in pain. He stretched out his hand in the direction of that voice, wanting to touch her, to hold her tight, and to make her stay.
But when he thought he was about to approach her and have her remain by his side, a red light suddenly shot through the fog!
The white fog dissipated, and the blurry view faded away.
