Scalding tears slid through the twisted wrinkles on Li Huowang's face, finally dripping from his chin onto the floor. He stared despairingly at the motionless Yang Na before him, feeling utterly helpless.
At his side, Wu Qi sighed and explained, "You've been in a mental hospital, so you know what's happening to her. A large percentage of severe depression cases present like this. I can hardly imagine how she managed to find her way here."
"Nana?" Li Huowang gently shook Yang Na, but her unfocused pupils showed no response. Yes, he had gone back in time again, but something seemed different.
In the previous timelines, the first thing Yang Na would do upon seeing him was ask what happened to his eye. She wasn't supposed to be like this, like a soulless shell.
After calling her name softly a few more times, Li Huowang suddenly had a thought. He leaned in and whispered, "Is it because I stole your Heavenly Dao of Death? Is that why you're like this?"
