This set Qiao Mu off like a cannon, and she rushed over to beat You Xin with her fists. "He hasn't died. He's not dead, he's not dead!"
"He is dead!!" You Xin stiffened her spine and rebutted, "It's too late to save these people. You're simply just wasting your energy! Those people won't come back to life even if you beat me to death today! You told me 'in my dreams' earlier. These words, I now give back to you!"
Qiao Mu was shaken up. She slowly released her grip and curled up into a ball, burying her petite face into her arms. "You're right. I'm the useless one. It's all my fault for being useless, useless… It's my fault, it's all my fault."
She cried like a baby, curling up into a fetal position.
Her voice was choked with sobs, and her drooping shoulders were shaking. Her mind was in a tangled mess.