'Good thing this isn't real. Otherwise, I doubt I'd be able to stay calm right now.'
'If Kumironi really died in front of me...'
'I'd definitely be heartbroken.'
'But the reality is, this timeline is just one that constantly loops and resets. It has nothing to do with me.'
'But it seems if I'm too calm...'
'...it will look strange.'
Lu Cang witnessed this, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "How can you control Kumironi so easily?"
However, Kumironi's eyes were compassionate yet cold. With detached pity, she said, "Child."
"Your disguise is far too clumsy."
"I can't smell the slightest hint of fear on you. When a living being is truly afraid, the scent it gives off is nothing like this."
"I can feel it. You're not afraid of me."
Like a specter, Kumironi drifted closer, her form ethereal and soft. She drew near to Lu Cang, lightly sniffing his scent.
Then, she gently placed her hand on Lu Cang's chest.
Her pitying gaze held an omen of Lu Cang's impending death.
