"I love you so much. Why couldn't you wait for me?"
Qin Ling's last words were full of anguish, making him sound like a mistreated little boy.
In the presence of the one they love, anyone can become a child. Even the strongest of people will feel as vulnerable as a child who has been wronged.
If Tang Mo were conscious and saw this, her heart would have melted. She would have pulled her little boy into a tight embrace.
But alas, Tang Mo couldn't hear him.
However, while Tang Mo couldn't hear, a certain little thing could: the pink pearl in her Sea of Consciousness.
The more Qin Ling spoke, the more the pink pearl grew, like a seed absorbing nutrients. It slowly expanded, storing more and more energy.
The purer and more sincere the emotion, the greater the energy.
Before anyone knew it, the pink pearl had grown even larger. But it still wasn't enough; it was still striving to grow...
It was just that no one on the outside knew a thing about any of this.
