Grey shook his head. There was no need to say anything more.
Xia Qingyue was truly miserable, yet despite all the pain she carried, she continued moving forward. She endured, lived, and maintained her composure as if nothing could truly break her.
The patience and restraint of a powerful evolver like her had to exist on an entirely different scale.
If it were him in her place, Grey knew he would probably lose control and blow everything around him to pieces.
That alone showed his immaturity.
But could he really be blamed?
He was still a child.
In both his current life and his previous one, he had never lived past the age of seventeen.
That realization made him pause.
In this life and the last, he always seemed to stop at seventeen.
It was strange.
Unsettling, even.
But his birthday was in September. There were still several months left before he turned eighteen, and he firmly believed that this time would be different.
This time, he would live past seventeen.
