A gentle warmth slowly seeped in, making the body gradually warmer, yet Su Ming'an's palm showed marks from Su Qi's grip.
At this moment, Xi Li, who had been silent for a long time, softly spoke: "So, Su Qi, do you want to save this world?"
Su Qi suddenly halted.
He turned his head to look at the girl's hollow eyes, grinning a grim smile full of bloody foam:
"What does it have to do with me!!"
He almost shouted.
"I saved this guy... just because I hate those bastards... touching my things! Just because I... don't want him to die so pathetically! That's all!"
His golden pupils were violently fluctuating with anger, unwillingness, pain, "This world... whether it lives or dies! Whoever wants to save it can go ahead!"
"You 'heroes' are all fools...!"
"I just don't want to be that kind of good kid anymore..."
There was a dull sound of "thump".
