In that instant, all was silent.
Then, a torrent of roaring engulfed everything.
When the roar faded away, Huai Shi lowered his eyes and saw the fresh blood on the ground, the dagger in his chest, and Lily with tears streaming down her face.
"Oh dear, I missed. What a pity."
Gazing at that astonished face, Huai Shi's eyebrows lifted in amusement. As if feigning regret, he chuckled softly and lowered his eyes.
He fell to his knees, powerless.
Lily looked at him blankly, as if she wanted to say something.
Blood fell on her face. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
"I'm sorry, I can no longer accompany you on your journey."
Huai Shi leaned on her shoulder, gasping, and whispered. Lily watched him blankly. Unable to hold back a wail, she reached out to save him, but Huai Shi gripped her hand tightly.
Very tightly.
Huai Shi raised his head, looked at her face, and forced her to look into his eyes.
"Listen to me, Lily, from today on... you have to learn to be alone."
