Poet recognized the face and narrowed his eyes slightly. "...Ling Feiran?"
Ling Feiran was currently in Wraith form, her long hair hanging loose, her expression sorrowful and resentful. Her faint, drifting figure looked like a female ghost who had come to claim a life.
"You lied to me..." Ling Feiran stared at Poet with mournful resentment. "I trusted you so much. I told you everything about Shao, yet you deceived me... Do you think I'm easy to bully? Just like everyone else, you think orphans like us are easy to bully, that we can be brushed aside whenever you want, don't you?"
Poet gave a mocking smile. "When did I ever lie to you? Feiran, don't take out your resentment toward the Supervision Bureau on me. I've always been on your side. Your little Shao was too lonely. You should go be with him. I'm doing this for your own good."
As he spoke slowly, he used the same trick again and activated Fatal Elegy.
But the moment the notes drew near the Wraith, they were silently torn apart.
A trace of barely perceptible anger flashed through Poet's eyes. He quietly stepped back, hiding his right hand behind him as he silently counted his remaining long nails. But her current form was unusual; the nails probably could not hurt her.
Ling Feiran wept softly, her sobs echoing through the pitch-black, hollow pipe, making the atmosphere especially eerie.
"How could I dare resent the Supervision Bureau... What right did I have to resent them? Do you know? I was the most obedient and sensible child in the Orphanage. Mother Feng always told everyone to learn from me, saying that if they were as well-behaved as I was, they would have a better chance of being adopted sooner. But what was the