Su Muyao looked at this face, listened to these words, and it felt as though her heart was being constantly stabbed, every inch hurting terribly.
It seemed even breathing was painful.
Her eyes burned with an intense soreness, tears gathering instantly.
But she forced her eyes wide open, unwilling to let herself cry.
But it hurt so much, it really hurt.
The wounds on her body ached, but her heart ached even more.
This face was Wen Nanxi's face, but now she saw clearly, he was ultimately not Nanxi.
"You... you're not him."
"You... you cannot hurt him."
Her Nanxi had come to the Cang Beast Continent, yet she hadn't seen him even once.
He still didn't know how he was.
"Wen Nanxi" looked at Su Muyao's expression and said indifferently, "You're about to die, yet you're still worried about him."
Back then, he had stripped away all his emotions from himself to create a duplicate.
Unexpectedly, the duplicate eventually gained its own consciousness and fell in love with a female.
