Fang Hong was suddenly taken aback.
Miya watched this scene, her silver eyes exuding an ethereal calmness, yet she still slightly furrowed her brows. Rarely, she remained silent.
But Fang Hong shook his head firmly, he responded: "No, you must hold on, Eve—" He reached into his bosom, pulled out a necklace, and holding it, dragged the pendant out from beneath his collar. A streak of golden light, like the dawn breaking through darkness.
It bloomed in the pitch-black surroundings.
He held onto that radiant golden glow, a bit of golden flame, seemingly reflected deep into his eyes.
He spoke to Eve, word by word: "Mr. Mazak gave me this thing, Eve— do you recognize it? Do you still remember Mr. Yoshude, do you still remember the answer you've been waiting for a hundred years?"
The bright flame illuminated the girl's pale face.
Her expression seemed frozen, she involuntarily reached out, cradling that bright glow.
