"It feels different," Wesley said. "It looks better this way."
That night, Xiao Qiao had a nightmare. She dreamed she had turned into a monster over two meters tall, her face slashed several times until she could barely recognize herself, and she had a Kirin Arm—an extremely exaggerated Kirin Arm that was horrifying to look at. Xiao Qiao saw her own gloomy eyes, her body covered in blood, a huge hole torn in her chest with blood pouring all over the floor. And like that, she still walked step by step toward Wesley and Qiao Xia, both of them drenched in blood and on the verge of death.
