Once, he thought that Ou Yimo was truly terrifying.
But now, he thinks that Ou Yimo is truly pitiful.
Her paranoia and extremity are both pitiful and hateful.
There must be something hateful about a pitiful person, and isn't there something pitiful about a hateful person?
Zhan Nanjue went over and covered Ou Yimo's face with a white cloth...
The woman he once protected and once loathed, who was once pure and once vicious, was now nothing but a soulless body.
Her past sins seemed to end with her death, between the sea and sky.
"Don't look anymore." Zhan Nanjue went and held Shirao, who was staring blankly with a wooden expression.
Shirao's pupils seemed to have lost focus:
"I couldn't save her..."
"I didn't know she would really commit suicide, I thought someone like her wouldn't really do it, but she did die..."
"I should have let you come, maybe if you had come, she wouldn't have died."
No matter what kind of person Ou Yimo was before, once dead, there is nothing left.
