"Was that all?"
After Yin Yue finished her fragmented explanation, Wang Xiao exhaled slowly.
Not annoyed, just faintly disappointed.
"So I pulled my own eyes out, started acting deranged… hung myself for a hundred years… and a bunch of soul-eaters came swarming like flies? Using my body as some kind of aether purifier until it broke down past its limits?"
He wasn't surprised by the last part.
That he expected.
But the first part, him mutilating himself?
Even he couldn't piece that together yet.
Yin Yue's eyes narrowed, crimson depths studying him with unsettling interest, as if she were trying to see how he managed to get those eyes back.
Wang Xiao immediately shut his own.
"Don't stare for too long."
"Why?" Yin Yue asked instantly.
She had caught a glimpse earlier, those swirling galaxies under the red haze.
They fascinated her, pulled at her curiosity.
Just when she was about to look deeper, he shut them.
Wang Xiao glared at her lightly.
