The sun sank little by little, and the little girl, who had been thinking about the guest at home, came running back. She peeked timidly from behind the door at Ye Qing chatting with her dad in the living room.
Zhang Zhongxin beckoned toward the doorway. "Yaoyao, come here. This is my daughter, Zhang Weiyao."
"Yaoyao?"
Hearing that name, Ye Qing went into a brief daze, finding himself back in that square.
A purple vortex shrouded the sky, and two figures, one large and one small, were burned to nothing by golden flames...
Ye Qing sighed inwardly, knowing that the girl before him could not possibly be Yaoyao's reincarnation.
Anyone touched by Ho-Oh's flames would have even their soul destroyed.
As time passed, Ye Qing understood more and more of what Zhang Ziren had felt back then.
How could he not have known the consequences of crushing the glass vessel?
Yet at the very last moment, he had resolutely chosen to do it.
"What's wrong, Ye Qing?"
Noticing something was off with Ye Qing, Zhang Zhongxin asked in puzzlement.
"Ah, nothing. I just thought of a few things."
Ye Qing shook his head and looked up at the man before him. What a coincidence-his surname was Zhang too.
"Hello, big brother."
Zhang Weiyao stood timidly before Ye Qing, twisting the hem of her clothes between two fingers as she greeted him quietly.
"Hello, Yaoyao... I'm sorry."
Ye Qing murmured those baffling words to himself.
If he had never appeared, perhaps Zhang Ziren and Yaoyao would have met a different end?
Yaoyao had only been fifteen or sixteen when she died. What could such a young girl have understood?
Or had she been influenced by Drifloon?
Zhang Weiyao scratched her head and asked curiously, "Big brother, why are you saying sorry