The greatest meaning of beauty is that you only realize its value when you lose it.
Lu Li had never felt that the senses that accompanied him were so wonderful, the world so vivid, emotions becoming joyful, encouraging him to actively respond to everything in the world.
Soft clothes gently rubbed against his skin, a fragrance like incense lingered at his nose, air flowed from his chest, through his throat, forming words in his mouth, as dreamlike as it was clear.
Everything reminded Lu Li of his rebirth.
"Do you want to sing or dance, Little Remi? I can be your dance partner."
Claire's teasing stopped the ripples in those black eyes, returning them to calm.
Bringing along what was still useful, they left the underground chamber.
Priy Rogglinton, wrapped in bandages, was waiting outside the chamber, congratulating the success of the Resurrection Ritual, only to be pushed away by Claire, giving space to Lu Li as he quietly walked out.
