Wei Tianyang returned to the trailer room, where Chiharu was wearing a telepathic-blocking mask, gripping Fujiwara Makoto tightly.
Both turned their heads at the sound of the door opening and, noticing his slightly disheveled appearance, guessed what had happened.
Although the wounds had already healed, his hem and trousers were soaked in blood; it was clear he had just been in a fight.
"Zoe... Zoe has been killed... I can't forgive you... First it was Xi, and then Zoe... damn it!"
Half of Chiharu's face was covered by the mask, but the sadness and anger in her eyes were clearly visible.
Wei Tianyang said nothing; he only felt as though he could easily enter the woman's brain.
He could see a thin, white thread trailing from the top of Chiharu's head, like a loose end.
His eyes faintly glowed red as he reached out mentally to grasp the thread, and the next second, he felt himself sucked into a vortex of darkness, his psyche swimming in the vast sea of memories.
