Saya tilted her head, apparently unable to comprehend the meaning in his words.
The torrential rain soaked her golden hair. Even the delicate hair accessories skewed sideways, and her western-style dress clung to her body, making her look disheveled.
She approached him, squatted down, and spoke softly.
"Rin," she said, "do you know? When I heard from Ralar that you wanted to kill me, I was truly sad, very sad…"
"Saya," Su Ming'an said, "do you know? From here, when I saw you walking up to the rooftop with Nailuo, I was also truly disappointed, very disappointed."
"Disappointed?" Saya's voice trembled, "Disappointed that I am from the Soul Clan—is it this fact that makes you disappointed? Disappointed in this identity?"
"You were never meant to be from the Soul Clan."