This Qi Cha was different from the one she had seen before.
He looked exactly the same, but the feeling he gave off was completely different.
The old Qi Cha was a sunny troublemaker, always speaking with a devil-may-care tone.
Even in the tensest moments, he could squeeze out a smile.
But now, his smile was gone. Even his eyes seemed to be veiled in a gray fog.
Although the previous Qi Cha had seemed carefree...
...his brow always held a hidden worry, his smile tinged with sorrow.
He liked to stand at the edge of a crowd, staring blankly into the distance.
But the Qi Cha of today had eyes full of resentment and despair.
His lips trembled slightly, his breathing ragged.
The feeling of being cornered was suffocating him.
In the end, his expression was left with nothing but grim resolve.
It was the look of someone who had given up all hope.
Right before Chu Jing's eyes, Qi Cha suddenly spun around. With his back to the group of Beastmen, he spread his arms wide.
