He didn't dare to think about it too deeply, much less ask out loud.
But whenever he saw the gentle look in Shanshan's eyes as she looked at someone else, that unease would spike violently.
His eyes turned vicious, and his face darkened like the sky before a storm. Where was the slightest trace of his master's warm, smiling demeanor?
His lips were pressed into a thin line, his brow was tightly furrowed, and his breathing was shallow and suppressed.
His fingers trembled uncontrollably, not from pain, but from fear.
He was afraid of losing control, afraid of hurting her, afraid she would turn and leave after finally seeing his true nature.
'Perhaps I've been through too many cycles of reincarnation, and it's addled my brain.'
Memories churned like fragments, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.
He had died countless times, and every time, he closed his eyes with regret.
