The woman in his arms trembled slightly, her fingers subconsciously tightening and clutching a strand of his sash.
It seemed as though the troubling, curse-like boundless darkness that had haunted her for years, a fate that clung mercilessly to her like destiny, could be so easily relieved and changed by this single statement?
But he clearly only had two graces, with one already wasted on Hong Zhuang's matter; the last vital grace was for that girl from Shifang City.
For his journey to the Demon World, he had suffered immensely, using himself as bait and braving the risk of being killed by her, step by step reaching this inescapable position to earn this grace.
Was it really exchanged for someone undeserving?
It shouldn't have been her.
Such an oblivious little kitten.
Though clearly rescued, he felt not the slightest relief, instead, a sudden rising sense of hopeless despair overwhelmed his heart.
