Su Ming'an turned back in astonishment.
At the same time, the World Master on the seat closed his eyes. His overwhelmed head "cracked" and completely broke off, rolling to Su Ming'an's feet.
Those eyes, identical to Su Wensheng's, bloodshot, gazed deeply at Su Ming'an. As if questioning Su Ming'an—why not choose him?
Why not choose him? Why not choose him? Why not choose him?
Su Ming'an wanted to reach out and touch that head. The next instant, the door to the dreamscape closed before him, and that ghost-like deep gaze was cut off.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The heartbeat in his chest trembled endlessly. Su Ming'an held his chest, turned around, and saw Noel's golden hair flowing ahead.
Now, he could only focus on Noel's matters.
"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of the small leather boots' high heels echoed as Noel continued to walk forward.
