Bailian lifted the corners of her mouth in a bitter smile. Half-clear-minded, half-dazed, she reached out her hand, barely touching his face.
From Su Ming'an's black pupils, she seemed to see great rivers, high-flying kites, candied haws and colored fabrics outside the palace walls...
Yet none of those belonged to her, she was not that White Fox entangled through three lives, that was merely a life she stole. She was a tasker from the command ship, a thief of lives, not the older sister palace maid yearned for by Su Shaoqing in 615 years.
It's over... Unable to bring anything back.
The hibernation capsule closed, Su Ming'an turned to leave. His complexion grew paler.
Some people can't survive even when they hang onto life with blood. Thus, whenever they step into death, Su Ming'an would reach out his hand to touch their foreheads, "store" them, and place them into the Life Hard Drive.
The light spots in his mind were increasing.
