"Hmm~" Sikong Yan tilted his head, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as dead. It was just an incarnation of mine, and now it's... the soul returning to the original body."
Zhou Qing felt a chill in his heart, it was indeed close to what he had guessed.
"What?" Sikong Yan suddenly leaned in, the eyes beneath his mask shimmering with cunning light.
"It seems like you had an unusual bond with him, are you grieving for him? Actually, I could say it in reverse, you treat me as him, it's just the same."
Zhou Qing shook his head, his gaze cast afar: "It's a pity, I never got to see what he looks like."
"What difference does knowing make?" Sikong Yan suddenly sat up straight, spreading his arms, "The most moving things in this world are always those unfinished regrets."
"I want to know his story." Zhou Qing stared directly into Sikong Yan's eyes.
"Alright~" Sikong Yan grew interested but quickly raised a finger and shook it, "However..."
