For Him, I Will

The sea breeze gently blew. Eleven's hair was gently ruffled by it and blew past her face. There was a slight cold in her gaze as she looked down. The little glint in her pitch-black eyes gradually faded.

She shook her head. It was better not to see him.

Ye Wei nodded and did not make things difficult for her. Ye Wei could tell that she could not let go of Mo Ye but could not tell whether it was something good or bad. It was, to Mo Ye, something good.

She had heard Mo Jue mention about them and often felt regret. It was perhaps this mortal desire for perfection that left room for regret at the slightest imperfection.

The same could be said for feelings.

"It's also good that you don't see him. You're not going to feel any better when you see him in his current state," Ye Wei said. She raised her eyebrows and looked into the calm sea on the horizon. She gently said, "Why is it just so difficult to be human?"