"Box!" Li Changhe roared, his body still mid-air.
Seeing that figure who had crashed into the ground first, his heart seemed to cease its beat.
He understood what had happened. He... he had killed He Feng!
"No!" He cried out in despair and fell to the ground. The cyan flame on his mask exploded, engulfing the Mountain Pattern Armor.
His desires were really small, really small. He just craved the little warmth in his heart, he only wished for the ones he cherished to survive.
Such a tiny wish! Why did they also have to snatch that away?
He had pledged to protect Yun Ting, yet he brought harm to her. He had vowed to protect Box, yet Box died saving him.
"What exactly did you protect?" A whisper echoed in Li Changhe's ear: "The world has left nothing for you."
"When the world shows no kindness to you, you don't need to show it kindness. When fate has thrown us into such despair, let us become the deliverers of despair!" The voice lauded and sung.