"It really has been a long time,"
He Luo strolled through the rain. He tilted his head to gaze at the boy not far away, a hand gently gesturing at his waist. "The last time, when I planted the lost soul seed in you, you were only this tall."
"Hold on a second, what did you say?"
Huai Shi raised his hand, took off his right earphone, and looked at him with confusion, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing. He remained unmoved.
"Never mind, you've probably forgotten."
He Luo wandered leisurely, uncharacteristically talkative. "It's probably for the best if you don't remember clearly. After all—your parents were killed by my own hands."
He paused for a moment, recalling with a tilt of his head, "It might be a bit embarrassing to say, but they were begging for their lives until the very end. Quite unbecoming."
Unexpectedly, the boy remained calm, even nodding slightly.
"I actually agree with that," he said. "After all, they never set a good example for me when I was a child."
