Zhang Qiling stopped calling out and looked at Aning, who showed no reaction at all. When he spoke, his voice was already hoarse. "She should be fine." Watching her vanish before his eyes and then regenerate flesh and blood, it felt as though his heart had been swallowed by those flames.
Yet seeing her appear once more, even the traces of moisture on his face seemed evaporated by that final wisp of fire.
"Aning, Aning," Black Glasses called out softly. Seeing no response whatsoever, he tried to reach out again, but Zhang Qiling stopped him.
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