"Su He, your makeup is all wet from tears." The man's careless voice rang in his ears again.
Ji Suyao's eyes trembled, and before he could hide his disbelief, the man appeared in front of him intact again.
"You... Master... Master." His throat became hoarse from crying, and the sounds he made were all fragmentary.
Su He, I'm back.
Intention: I will become the executioner and dance with you