Seeing her cry herself into a tearful mess made my heart ache a little too.
I understood all too well what it felt like to lose a dearest relative.
I could empathize even more deeply with that pain.
I slowly stepped forward and, the way Ye Qingxian usually comforted me, gently touched her head with my small hand.
Shuang Yue cried for a while longer before slowly rising to her feet.
Tears still clung to her face.
I handed her a handkerchief. "Wipe your face. It'll all pass. Things will get better."
"Isn't there still an enemy? I definitely won't get the chance to help you."
"I'm too weak."
"But it's okay. I'll have Ye Qingxian help you."
"She'll definitely have a way."
Shuang Yue smiled. "Thank you."
"But there's no need."
"Getting revenge is very difficult. If I could have taken revenge, I would have done so long ago."
"I rarely leave Wuya Sect now. Bright Moon Venerable has also barely left the sect more than a few times. A large part of the reason is that people have always been coveting the last surviving member of the Pupil Tribe, racking their brains to dig out my eyes."
As Shuang Yue wiped at the corners of her eyes, she sorted through her thoughts as well.
I patted her shoulder again.
At times like this... I felt that anything I said would be powerless.
All I could do was hope the future would keep getting better.
"The enemies who last launched a large-scale attack on your tribe."
"Did you ever find out who they were?"
Shuang Yue recalled the past. "I only know that it was a man. He was extremely burly, dressed in bloodstained black clothes, and wore a very strange mask on his face. It had the shape