Pitiful and Hateful

The person who suddenly arrived in the cellar was Feng Man, the one Yanijia and Gu Yina had been thinking of day and night.

Yet he had arrived one step too late. His dearest younger brother and his once-best companion had withered away before his eyes, one after the other.

Feng Man rushed to Yanijia's side. Looking at the two corpses gradually turning cold, he nearly broke down.

Though Gu Yina still did not know what had happened, an inexplicable panic made her eyes begin to brim with tears. She struggled anxiously in the cradle, continuously speaking in a strangely accented ventriloquized voice. "What happened? What exactly happened? Chaila? Yanijia? Answer me..."

"Feng Man, I heard your voice. Have you come back? That's wonderful. Tell me quickly, what happened to Chaila and Yanijia? Why aren't either of them speaking?" Gu Yina seemed to understand something in her heart, but she did not dare think deeply about it, nor did she wish to.

Feng Man knelt beside Yanijia's corpse without saying a word.

It was not until Gu Yina softly asked, "Are they asleep? That's why they aren't answering me, right?"

That Feng Man gave an "Mm" and replied distractedly, "Yes, they're asleep."

"Then let them keep sleeping for a while. They're tired too." Gu Yina's voice trembled. "I want to sleep too, but I can't fall asleep..."

The cellar fell silent for a time, with only Gu Yina and Feng Man's conversation to be heard.

When both their voices gradually fell quiet, leaving only low sobs, the Judgment Knight, whose throat had gone a little dry, suddenly did not know what to say.

"You..." The knight had barely spoken when he realized his voice was hoarse. He swallowed before looking at the weeping Feng Man on the ground. "Who are