After the young girl left, the dungeon returned to silence. In the quiet darkness, it seemed that only the deep, rhythmic sound of the wind remained, as if a succubus were swirling and howling outside the walls, going round and round.
At this moment, a light formed in the darkness, landing in front of Fang Hong, finally transforming into the shape of Miss Fairy. Tata placed her hands on her knees, kneeling on the straw before him, her head tilted up. Her emerald eyes, like a dream, quietly watched him, blinking gently. Fang Hong smiled bitterly, scratching his head: "I've dragged you to suffer with me once again, Miss Tata. I thought I had matured a bit, but it turns out I'm still reckless in handling things. What Miss Sicape said is absolutely right."
In the darkness, the clanking of the swinging shackles was heard.
Tata didn't speak, only looked at him and gently shook her head, indicating her disagreement with this statement.
