The cart trudged along the uneven road with difficulty.
The person pulling the cart was panting, while the one riding was at ease.
"Take it easy," Bai Wei leisurely said to Vic, "Take your time, don't want anything to get broken."
"It won't."
"I mean, don't drop me."
Vic gritted his teeth, saying "It won't happen!" aloud while muttering to himself "You'll get dropped eventually!"
Both the words spoken and thoughts were naturally heard by Bai Wei, but he paid no mind, simply smiling while fiddling with the music box in his hand and quietly observing Vic.
Everything Bai Wei was doing had meaning.
Because Vic's state at this moment was quite special.
"His eyes harbor a lion," a phrase usually used to describe rebellious youths, but Vic was different, as his body genuinely harbored a beast.
And it wasn't just any beast, but an extremely dangerous one.
