The figure that could stir all of "his" emotions was gone from his side. The power that had bound Jinying seemed to loosen as well.
Jinying closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the gloomy, inscrutable aura around him had subtly changed. Although his face was the same, his gaze was different.
He frowned, looking in the direction Bai Wanwan's party had disappeared. A strange, faint pang of pain came from his heart, and a hollow feeling lingered.
He subconsciously raised a hand to his chest, his peerlessly handsome face showing confusion and a hint of intense reluctance to let go.
Every time he lost control of his body, he would experience emotions he had never felt before.
These feelings left him dazed, unfamiliar, and unsettled.
He furrowed his brow, seeming extremely unaccustomed to this sensation of being entangled by invisible threads.
