The moment Grey entered the secret realm, space shifted and pulled him directly into Xia Qingyue's inner space.
"I'm back." Grey announced his arrival with a relaxed smile.
"What did you do this time?" Xia Qingyue's soft voice reached him.
She was reclining comfortably, her posture lazy, her gaze distant. Only a few minutes had passed since Grey left, yet that brief silence had been enough for her thoughts to drift.
Memories stirred.
Thoughts she rarely allowed herself to revisit surfaced again, brought back by Grey's presence earlier. The recollections weighed heavily on her mind, pressing down with familiar discomfort.
Her past offered no comfort.
It only carried sorrow.
When left alone, her thoughts always returned there.
As Grey appeared once more, a new thought surfaced.
'If I ask him for help… will he do it?'
Xia Qingyue remained silent, her expression calm, her thoughts anything but.
Her enemies were not ordinary beings.
