"You are Xiangyang," Zhang Xiao'ou declared firmly, this frail woman suddenly so resolute in her conviction. Xiangyang lifted his head, looking at Zhang Xiao'ou, even though he himself had already accepted the fact that he was the embodiment of Destruction, which made him afraid, helpless, and even desperate.
Because the will of Destruction was too powerful, he felt that once it awoke, he would be annihilated, which was one of the reasons he told Zhang Xiao'ou that no matter what, even if he forgot himself, he would never forget her.
Yet, Zhang Xiao'ou was so steadfast in her belief that he was Xiangyang.
"I am Xiangyang? Yes, I am Xiangyang, no matter what the past held, but now, this origin of Destruction has fallen asleep, and at this moment, I am Xiangyang!" Xiangyang suddenly felt that life was bright again, his world was no longer filled with darkness.
