Baili An had often wondered why Ning Feiyan could always laugh off the pain, death, and torment imposed on her by others and perfectly conceal all her emotions.
Now, as he watched her before him, Baili An finally understood.
Perhaps it was because, from the very beginning, she had been abandoned by her kin into the Abyss, unaware of what light was, so she never felt pain.
Baili An couldn't imagine how that empty girl, with her frail hands, had slowly built a copper wall and iron barrier.
And how she alone had defended a cold, empty castle as vast as her loneliness, protecting herself like a hedgehog without letting anything slip through.
Yet, a woman back then had merely used a broken piece of bread to show that the seemingly impregnable walls were not so indestructible after all.
Ultimately, she still longed for someone outside those walls to extend a warm hand to her.
Gently tapping on the wall, thick dust would loosen and fall from the sturdy bricks.
