The red-haired youth's words, as cold as a Hell Shura's, rang in Bai Yao's ears:
"From this day forward, I permit you to leave this dark world."
"Give yourself a name. Anything will do."
"But don't let anyone know you have any connection to me."
"If word gets out, I'll dismantle you with my own hands."
"Remember, you are merely my shadow."
"The day I get tired of you, you'll be gone."
"So, don't even dream of having a future."
"And don't you dare dream of replacing me."
"Your life is mine, understand?"
The white-haired youth lowered his head, saying nothing.
The red-haired youth frowned impatiently. "Gone mute?"
"...Understood."
"Name."
"Bai Yao."
His voice was so soft, it was as if it might drift away on the wind at any moment.
"Bai Yao?" The red-haired youth scanned the face identical to his own, save for the hair and eye color—
Pale as a sheet of paper.
'Paper isn't worthy of a brilliant radiance.'
