"How can it be like this?"
When Ybur was teleported back, his mind was still pondering this question about face.
—Ybur was not yet a year old, still in a mental growth phase, exactly when one tends to become intrigued by certain concepts, and he was caught up in this issue. It's like a person walking down the street, occasionally tripping over a small pebble on the roadside.
"Ybur..."
Afu Jiala let out a long sigh, holding her head and saying, "You're so annoying, can't you be quiet?"
Ybur looked at her, "Why do you seem so weak?"
Afu Jiala curled up on the couch, listlessly speaking, "Hidden Moon has confined my power. She seems worried I might become desperate enough to commit suicide... Hmph..."
"It's okay."
Ybur thought for a moment and comforted, "If you wanted to commit suicide, you could do so with a nail clipper."
Afu Jiala's mouth opened, but she was choked up.