"But after I went through all those memories, I found very few things worth cherishing..."
Xia Na placed her hands behind her back and walked in front of Ling Mo.
However, her voice, carried clearly to Ling Mo's ears by the wind, and her flowing hair brushed Ling Mo's cheeks.
The giant scythe was positioned over her shoulder, a cold light gleaming in the sunset, preventing Ling Mo from seeing her expression clearly.
"How could that be? When I first saw Xia Na, I thought she was a very strong, very kind... and quite unreasonable girl."
Ling Mo paused, then said, "Actually, when I first heard your offer, I really thought you were quite an unreasonable young lady. If it wasn't because I also wanted to borrow your strength, I probably would have turned around and walked away immediately. The bonds between people really are quite mysterious..."
