Squatting down to pick up the photo, I discovered that it showed a young boy and girl with bright smiles, their brows and eyes bearing some resemblance, likely siblings. On closer inspection, the boy indeed had delicate features, looking quite handsome when he smiled.
And the girl… wasn't she the same girl who was knocked out by Guan Changxi earlier? Feeling heavy-hearted, I placed the photo in the girl's limp hand, watched as Changxi erased her recent memories, then carried her away to a distant place for a proper arrangement.
Both Xiao Meng and Changxi were silent on their way back, their faces looking a bit unwell. Once home, they saw the house dimly lit by a couple of faint orange lights, appearing warm beneath the cool moonlight.
"The Insect Race… are they finally appearing?" Su Jiameng turned her head, her eyes filled with endless fatigue.
