Lin Zihan, Zhang Ze, and the others stood silently to one side, as though an invisible weight bore down on them.
Faced with the horrific ordeal Liu Quer had suffered, they could find no words to express the tangled emotions in their hearts.
Were they really supposed to drag Luo Bai's cold, stiff corpse out of the shadows again and give it a vicious whipping to vent their hatred?
Besides, this had happened between enemies. Why would they feel much compassion for a foe?
At this moment, the best choice was to watch coldly from the sidelines, stay out of it, and simply enjoy the spectacle.
Liu Qingfeng, however, had already sunk into overwhelming grief. He roared in fury, as though trying to pour out his endless sorrow and regret.
After a long while, he finally began to calm down, but his eyes remained red and wet, tears pouring out like floodwater bursting through a broken dam.
He slowly turned, held Liu Quer tightly in his arms, and murmured through a choked voice:
"Sister, I'm sorry... it's all my fault... if I hadn't been so bored I went looking for trouble and believed the nonsense those rotten friends fed me,
then gone to help Luo Bai and Zhao Yuan deal with Ying Ming Hao and the others, perhaps none of today's tragedies would have happened..."
By the end, Liu Qingfeng was sobbing too hard to speak, his whole body nearly collapsing to the ground.
Yet, unexpectedly, Liu Quer did not utter a single word of blame toward her younger brother.
She merely stroked Liu Qingfeng's hair gently, her expression infinitely tender, and softly consoled him. "You silly little brother, how could this be your fault?
If anyone's to blame, it's Luo Bai for being so treacherous and cunning. I