The young man asked again, his voice low and hoarse, "May I?"
The scattered black hair falling over his forehead obscured most of his pale, handsome face.
Those black eyes had regained their clarity, as deep as the night, yet carrying the lonely, icy chill of a freezing abyss.
Jiang Xinli hesitated for a moment. Gently breaking free from his tentacles, she retracted the hand she had rested on his shoulder. "...Sorry."
"So, even you are going to despise me... and abandon me?" The light in the young man's eyes dimmed with disappointment, but the tentacles wrapped around Jiang Xinli's body abruptly tightened.
Jiang Xinli let out a low gasp of pain.
Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze. "Prince Cthulhu, you shouldn't be locked up in here forever."
"If not here, then where else can I go?" The young man lowered his eyelashes and gave a bitter smile.
"I was once the vessel for His remnant soul. My body still harbors the pollution left behind when He was stripped away...
