"You live from birth to death amidst the bustling crowds, yet never hear a single voice calling your name."
Zhong Yao sobbed uncontrollably.
Tang Xian told himself he had to be ruthless, to make her remember that the world wasn't only a sacred sanctuary surrounded by ruins. This world also had a place called the human realm, and in the human realm, someone was still waiting for her.
"When I met Xiuxiu, I asked her why she was so obsessed with dissecting the brain."
Tang Xian bit his lip silently:
"She said she was studying the soul—this thing called the soul. She'd been called a freak since she was young, as if she lacked empathy for others of her kind, incapable of feeling compassion. She often wondered if she was missing some structure, if something could make her emotions richer."
"She just… wanted someone to call her lovable, instead of a monster."
Tears splattered onto the smooth, spotless floor. What mother wouldn't love her own child?
