When the system notification sounded, Lin En already knew that Hana Ye had ultimately been unable to withstand those memories.
He was not particularly surprised, only left with a faint sense of loss.
But he did not understand.
Why did she hate him?
Even if those memories really had replaced Hana Ye, why was there such intense hatred in her eyes?
But the instant his projection was pierced, he thrust his hand out of the black mist and seized Hana Ye's wrist, meeting her storm-tossed eyes. As this vessel was torn apart, he drove every last bit of power in his projection into her body.
He knew he was about to be banished from this world.
But he still wanted to leave something behind.
As all the black mist gathered together and climbed her arm like strands of pitch-black vines, all his mental power transformed into a sharp sword and surged into her mind, making her pupils dilate abruptly.
"Hana Ye..."
His low, gradually fading voice sounded within her consciousness.
"Don't be afraid of her."
"When you found the courage to break away from your family, I knew there had to be something in your heart that you still cared about. But if you turn into her just like this, you'll never be able to come back."
When the billowing black mist dispersed, only his broken body remained.
The moonlight in Hana Ye's hand had pierced his heart. He knelt there with his head bowed, his hand gripping her wrist tightly.
"Can you hear me?"
"You have to be yourself. Can you hear my voice? If you can... then take my power and fight her... You have to do your best to live for yourself, too."
As he reached out to touch her cheek, this body could no longer sustain