Half asleep, she slightly moved her lips, her consciousness like a buoy sunk deep in water, vague and unclear, only responded indistinctly.
"Responsible, definitely responsible. Shut up... let me sleep for a while..."
Little Butterfly spun around happily in place, its wings unfolded with a "whoosh" before suddenly folding back again.
Oh dear, Spiritual Link... so shy.
He couldn't help but snicker foolishly in his heart.
As soon as he released a bit of consciousness, he collided with a breath of cold sea wind.
He cried out on the spot, the sound shrill and trembling.
His wings forgot to flap, stunned in place.
"This... how is this possible? I'm still... alive?"
Originally, he was just an A-level spiritual power.
But he never dared to say it out loud.
He feared his parents would despise him if they knew.
So, the matter of assessment was delayed repeatedly until it turned into a mental burden.
From that day on, he started painting.
