Nirvana (12)

…

"No!!"

In his dream, he was running crazily on the surface of the sea. He kept looking back and noticing a child who looked exactly like him, slowly walking towards him.

The child looked at him coldly, his handsome face bearing an obstinate and gloomy expression.

He was dressed in black, as if he was one with the night, and had a palm-sized face similar to his own. He had a head of black hair, and razor sharp eyes. His thin lips were tightly pursed and the look in his eyes was frosty.

"It's useless." The boy in black spoke. He voice was cold and indifferent, like notes of a piano on a frozen sea.

He walked slowly on the water, calm and elegant, casual, even when the black waves hit him, he was not affected.

Although Youyou was in a sorry state and running, he could not shake the boy off.

"You won't be able to escape…"