"What... are you?"
Qian sat there, her gaze icy as she looked at Rogen, but moments later, her expression melted into indescribable sorrow, and she began to wail.
As she cried, little Qian said:
"Dad, Mom, I can't tell... I really can't tell!"
Rogen held his lover's corpse, looking at Qian, whose face was surrounded by crimson patterns, and in the end, he couldn't bring himself to act.
He reached out to wipe the tears from his daughter's face, revealing an indescribable guilt:
"Don't cry, little Qian, no matter what, you are my daughter."
The next moment, the surrounding lights completely shattered.
A long time passed, and in a corner of the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm shrouded by the brilliance of the Black Sun, the Celestial Destiny Mage sitting by the fountain suddenly sighed and said:
"It seems like she can't suppress that thing anymore..."
From high above, a voice faintly came through:
"She never needed to suppress it; they are one."
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