Zopyra — VII

Hu Lijing snapped out of the trip down the memory lane. Eyelids fluttered open as he straightened up, pushing forward from the back of the chair as the warm light of the sun spilled inside from the window.

Amber eyes gleamed wetly as he bowed his head, wiping away the moisture with his fingertips as he let out a sigh.

He deserved this sadness, without a doubt. This grief, this distinct feeling of loss was more than well deserved, even.

Hu Lijing's lips quivered ever so slightly as he leaned forward, elbows propped on the table as he rested his forehead against his intertwined fingers, trying to compose himself.

Sooner than later, the nine-tailed divine fox spirit managed to gather his thoughts, holding onto the scattering pieces of his waning heart, Hu Lijing raised his head, grabbing a recent hunting record one of the new generation foxes had submitted to him earlier today.