Ming Aoshuang had a look of utter despair, leaving Aya unsure of how to comfort her.
After all, writing on a young girl's back like that was truly despicable.
Though words were also stamped on the faces of prisoners, Ming Aoshuang wasn't a prisoner, but a companion.
Aya even felt like an accomplice, unworthy to comfort the victim.
"Did you... succeed?"
Ming Aoshuang slowly turned her head to look at Aya, asking in a low voice, "Did you find out how to leave?"
"I'm sorry!"
Aya shook her head, saying apologetically.
Ming Aoshuang appeared completely dazed, tears quickly streaming down her cheeks: "So I suffered for nothing... Having words written on my back for nothing?"
"No, it wasn't for nothing!"
Fang Zhou suddenly spoke up, saying seriously to Ming Aoshuang, "Your sacrifice wasn't entirely in vain. At least we know now that the bird cannot be trusted, thanks to you."
Plus, it allowed me to complete the task. You, this ice sculpture, did have some use.