Han Li looked at her black eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.
A cloud that hid the sun's rays from their faces moved away, and its blinding light hit them on their faces, making them squint.
"What do I want you to do…" Yue Li pondered aloud and then shook her head, "Why should I be the one to decide that? Are you not the smarter one?"
Han Li looked at her with a sigh. Her black gaze looked the same as yesterday while her looks appeared as refreshing as ever, but on her, he could feel a bit of hopelessness. Of a lack of meaning.
She looked almost like the ones who lost their way—The Lost, the cultivators who couldn't handle the recurring dreams after each breakthrough and chose suicide instead.
He felt his heart clench, and his anger almost soared—had he been the young and idiotic man he once was, he would have already wanted revenge, but he was not that naive, nor was he so optimistic.