Qing Mang's eyes widened as he watched the familiar figure gradually walk away. The long flame-like hair of Hunter was fluttering in the night wind, but the person who buried his face in it to absorb the warmth was no longer him...
Qingmang subconsciously tried to wipe away the pain in his eye sockets, but found nothing.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
What else do you expect? I'm afraid you won't even know what tears taste like until you die.
It's ridiculous that I have transformed into a human being like an idiot, but after all, I just have the appearance of a human being.
At this moment, he actually began to doubt what he was expecting...