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"": "Rigid lifelessness was only his first impression. A moment later, Luo Bin felt something entirely different.
Peace. Utter peace!
Even his restless heart seemed to settle, and all his tangled, distracting thoughts vanished.
"Are you tired?"
Luo Bin suddenly heard someone speak.
The voice was extraordinarily familiar, as though it had emerged from the depths of his memory. Yet it was right beside his ear, so gentle, soothing his exhausted heart.
"If you're tired, you should get some proper rest. You can't spend your whole life running yourself ragged. You can't work yourself to death. There'll always be more to do, so take it slowly."
The voice grew gentler, carrying a hint of playfulness and a comforting warmth.
Something softly stroked his cheeks, as though a pair of hands were cradling his face.
Those hands lifted. Luo Bin felt a faint, stinging pain in his neck, and his instinct was to twist his head, to break free of them.
"You're too tired. I can feel an exhaustion in you unlike anything I've ever felt before. It hurts me to see you like this. You should let everything go."
"Wouldn't it be nice to have me by your side?"
His eyelids quivered. Only then did Luo Bin realize that everything before him was dark. He had no idea when he had closed his eyes.
The voice belonged to Gu Yiren.
Those hands felt like Gu Yiren's, too.
Luo Bin did not know how to describe it. He simply remembered that sensation.
So tired.
An exhaustion welled up from the bottom of his heart.
So many desperate struggles, so many opponents he could not match, so many crushing defeats, so many battles on the brink of life and death. In the end, he had still died once.