Just one step forward and she would synchronize with her, escape from the werewolf, and avoid all truths.
He stood still, watching the little girl and the werewolf embracing each other, watching the tears trickling down from the werewolf's eyes, watching the pink hair clip on the werewolf.
In the light, the girl's eyes were like a pair of emerald gems, radiating hopeful light.
She was waiting for the other's words.
Waiting for that answer.
For a moment.
Shen Ye silently sighed.
At this moment.
Was it right to obscure everything?
To deceive her, could that be considered goodwill?
This act of hiding the truth, to her, must be the real malice.
Shen Ye's feet took root on the spot, unmoving.
But it seemed the werewolf was also stuck.
She looked at the little girl in front of her and didn't say the rest of her words.
"Come on, Sophie, what do you want to tell me? What happened to all my little friends?"
Lancy asked.
The werewolf was silent for a while, finally saying: