Fang Qingyu listened to those two light yet extremely heavy words from Jiang Wei.
God...
They kept echoing in his mind.
He looked at the tiny figure curled up beside him, that expressionless little face appearing particularly fragile under the lingering smoke and dim light.
It was unimaginable that she bore such a "mortal enemy."
Reincarnating time after time, struggling to survive in the shadows of pursuit.
Fang Qingyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just remained silent.
Because he saw Jiang Wei had lowered her head again, unconsciously sucking on that lollipop, her eyes falling on the scorched earth beneath her, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, with no intention of continuing the conversation.
Pushing further would only add to her burden, or touch upon some taboo she wasn't ready to delve into.
And so.
The two sat quietly on the scorched ruins, leaning against the hot rocks.
