"...Zhu Li?"
Looking at the red-haired girl before her, Chen Xi's pupils contracted slightly.
"It's me." Zhu Li nodded with a smile, her voice as heavenly as ever.
"Thank you for comforting me back then. At least before I died, I wasn't alone."
Chen Xi naturally knew which regression Zhu Li was referring to.
She carefully chose her words. "I was only telling the truth. If Lin Yue had been standing there instead, perhaps she would have made the same choice."
She truly wasn't wrong.
In the timeline of their first meeting, Lin Yue, who alone possessed the authority of Dominion and had greater initiative, had practically taken charge of everything. Yet in that regression, she had likewise comforted Zhu Li before choosing herself without hesitation.
"If I can, I'd like to let you all hear another concert of mine."
"So keep going."
Fireworks ignited at the tips of Zhu Li's hair, yet the expression on her face was no longer one of pain and despair.
It was a smile wholly enveloped by warmth and hope.
She gazed at Chen Xi with relief, smiled faintly, and her entire body transformed into blazing flames that gathered in Chen Xi's palm.
The firelight illuminated the black-haired girl's face and wiped away the lingering tear tracks at the corners of her eyes.
The moment the flames reached her palm, instinct had already told Chen Xi what she was about to do next.
Burn everything to ashes.
The pain Zhu Li had once suffered when she was consumed by flames had, at this moment, all transformed into a fire of hope.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Xi clenched the flames in her fist and viciously blasted them toward the Lamenter.
Holy flames roared fiercely, like the rage Chen Xi had suppressed in her heart