"Li Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing his strange reaction, Bai Lingmiao was clearly frightened by Li Huowang.
She quickly reached out to touch him, but was shocked by the heat of Li Huowang's skin—it was burning hot to the touch.
"Li Senior Brother, stop thinking! I won't ask, I won't ask anymore!" Bai Lingmiao, anxious to the point of tears, clung tightly to Li Huowang.
Listening to Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and desperately trying to think.
Straining his brain, those deliberately hidden fragments began to gradually piece themselves together.
Piecing together a picture so suffocating it was unbearable even to imagine. Things that should have been forgotten resurfaced.
The painting was somehow moving, yet still. He decided to try describing it in words the other could understand.
