Eyes full of Curse, lips that had tasted despair, a face with fatal allure now pressed close in front of Han Fei.
She was covered in wounds, had forsaken her Soul, and at this moment emerged from the Curse, her arms wrapping around Han Fei's head, looking down from above at the face that did not remember her at all.
"I might be beyond saving, and I may scatter like a broken Soul the next time you blink, so please, when you see me, don't let go. Hold me tight, just like I am."
Thousands of Curses surged over her injuries, ninety-nine deaths, ninety-nine segments of memory, had turned Xu Qin into what she was now, but not a trace of regret or sorrow could be heard in her words.
She trusted Han Fei implicitly, casting her last bet entirely upon him.
"That's right, hold me like this!"
Bending forward, the woman formed from the Curse took over Han Fei's gaze, branding herself into his Brain Sea.
