"I'm willing to become you, will you tell me the truth?"
Han Fei didn't lie, and he had thought for a long time before giving his tumultuous reply.
All the pain should be endured by Kuangxiao alone, it's not fair, the Healing-type Personality, the Black Box, all these things were supposed to be Kuangxiao's.
"I told you long ago, you heal them, and I will heal you, that is my choice."
The bell of the Blood-colored Orphanage stopped, and the blood color that shrouded the orphanage seemed to fade a bit. Fine raindrops fell on the fence, as though time had rewound to a rainy night many years ago.
The voices of the children came from the orphanage, their youthful words tinged with a maturity that belied their age.
"After people die, do they no longer feel pain and sadness?"
"They say that once you die, you can go to the world where Mom and Dad are, but I'm not like you, I don't know who my parents are, I've never seen them."
"Han Fei, may I ask you to do something for me?"
