In the dimly lit room, An An furrowed her brows and bit her lower lip until it turned white. She questioned the twisted shadow before her with confusion,
"Why did you do this?"
"Which thing are you referring to? Killing those two Demon Extermination Bureau people, or scratching Fan Wubing?"
"Of course, the second thing!"
"So, you agree with the first thing. An An, have you forgotten who has been by your side all this time, helping you handle all the things you couldn't muster the courage to face?" The shadow kept pressing closer to An An, "Think about it, without me, would you have made it to today? Would you have reunited with Jiang Sha, met Fan Wubing? Or perhaps, you would've died that winter when you were thirteen."
Xiaoye's voice, like it was coated in frost, made An An shiver uncontrollably.
"I know you've been good to me, but... but you can't hurt him." An An squatted on the ground, sounding deeply troubled.
