Qiu Ran was dead.
This bleak reality weighed on Li Aozi's chest like a boulder, making him clutch his neck, feeling suffocated and miserable.
Qiu Ran was dead.
Li Aozi kept trying to grasp each gust of wind, to snatch back a trace of Qiu Ran's existence, but every wisp of ash slipped through his fingertips, unable to stay any longer.
Qiu Ran was dead.
Li Aozi suddenly stopped all movement.
He knelt on one knee on the ground, his heart devoid of surging grief and pain, nor any intense lamentation or empathy.
He just sat there, the immense shock rendering his facial expression numb and stiff, unable to reveal even a hint of emotion.
With a thud!
The sound of heavy footsteps falling to the ground echoed, Li Aozi slowly raised his head—in the not too distant collapsed ashes, a tall, gaunt figure slowly stood up.
"Damn carbon-based lifeforms!"