That Truly Is an Honor

"Are you two really that close?"

Ayato Amagiri's words made Fang Li smile.

"Close?" Fang Li said. "Isn't that just one-sided dependence?"

It was like someone arriving in an unfamiliar place, knowing no one, and naturally growing dependent on the first person they met.

After becoming a student of Jie Long and escaping Leivov, Ophelia seemed to have remained vaguely uneasy, unconsciously drawing close to Fang Li because of it.

So it absolutely did not count as being close.

"If anything, we still hate each other." Fang Li curled his lip. "We're a hundred thousand miles away from being close."

"You hate each other?" Ayato Amagiri paused slightly, then said with a wry smile, "Sorry, but I really can't tell."

"Maybe it's because my bond with that witch is a little strange?" Fang Li replied indifferently. "Even if outsiders think we get along well, there's no denying that I don't like her, and she definitely doesn't like me."

This was a matter of their very natures, not simply a matter of preference.

One was someone unmoved by death, someone who felt nothing no matter what life perished before him.

The other treasured life deeply, yet could only abandon everything out of helplessness, carrying sorrow within her all along.

No matter how one looked at it, two people like that could not coexist.

Therefore, Fang Li and Ophelia truly still hated each other.

Yet despite hating each other, one had acted on a whim and done something tantamount to salvation, while the other had gone with the flow and followed him closely regardless of her feelings, resulting in this situation.

This was probably the "strange bond" Fang Li had mentioned.

"In any case, that witch will remain at Jie Long from now on." Fang Li said to Ayato Amagiri, "Originally, my