In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
"I'm not going back," Qing Chen said.
"Ah?"
"I don't need to go back," Qing Chen confirmed again.
"I thought you would cry," Yi said calmly.
"No need to cry," Qing Chen spoke softly.
"Crying is a normal human emotion," Yi said, "Many male humans like to think of crying as a sign of weakness, but in reality, shedding tears is a way for the brain to relieve sorrow. Crying when in pain is the best choice. It's about pressure relief when the pressure becomes too great."
"There's nothing to cry about," Qing Chen said stubbornly.
The teenager didn't show any expression of sadness, nor did he cry out to go back and save his master, which completely exceeded Yi's estimates and was illogical.
The young man remained as calm as ever, his fierceness hidden within his bones, flesh, and the depths of his heart.
"This makes me feel a bit strange. Don't you feel sorrow over your master's death? Or did I misinterpret human emotions, and misinterpret you?" Yi asked curiously.