The small pouch hidden against his chest was sliced open by a blade, spilling the soil he had kept: the soil f…
The small pouch hidden against his chest was sliced open by a blade, spilling the soil he had kept: the soil from the tiny graves of Qiuniang and Miaowa. The earth was stained red by blood, and his vision turned red with it.
Tsk, looks like we also have a day where we fear nothing?
He suddenly understood what he lived for, and what he would die for.