"A person with a venomous mind can cling to life through sheer resentment, but a demon's eyes—those have long been accustomed to such darkness," Chu Yihan said softly, his fingers interlocked with Su Yingxue's.
"Accustomed to darkness?" Su Yingxue was puzzled.
"Many people will experience joy and sorrow, the bittersweet and harsh realities of life. Even if they stray onto dark paths, they've at least seen the light at some point in their lives. But not him, not the Demon Eyes. From the moment he appeared, he had already sought refuge with Chu Yifeng in the ghostly market;
the ghostly market—a place neither fully human nor ghostly, the very environment he most desires. It proves he was born into darkness and grew alongside it.
Even when he escaped Chu Yifeng's captivity, he never left the ghostly market. Do you remember, before we were trapped in his nightmare, how he wore a black cloak that blocked all traces of light?"
