"Vera..."
"Vera!"
Fei Yin's repeated calls finally made Vera look at her.
Fei Yin's face was streaked with tears, and in her trembling hand she held a small emerald-green vial—the healing elixir Sirean had given them before departure, potent enough to drag a dying person back from the brink.
Now, that little vial was already empty.
The wound at Fei Ling's brow had closed, her skin as smooth as before; only the lingering bloodstains still spoke of that arrow just now.
But she lay there, motionless, not like usual, getting up with a smile to say, "You're making a fuss over nothing again."
"Vera, it's useless… Sister… Sister, she's already…"
Clarity returned to Vera's eyes. He glanced back at the Demon Race slaughtering outside the city, then bent down and gently kissed Fei Ling's still-warm lips.
Afterwards, he placed Fei Ling's body into Fei Yin's arms: "Fei Yin, take Fei Ling and leave first. Don't go to any nearby cities—run straight east."
