"But the distortion made it impossible for me to move Hell Island," White Bone Spirit said wistfully. She had encountered the Dusk mercenary during her life, and her posthumous memory did not suffer amnesiac episodes, so when she saw Zheng Yichen, she recognized his identity.
The Dusk hue in his eyes brought her the feeling of being amidst Dusk.
"There's not much I can do about that," replied Zheng Yichen. His words deepened White Bone Spirit's regret.
After a moment of silence, she said, "I'll slowly look for other ways then. Also, your eyes are beautiful; they remind me of the times I lived through Dusk."
"But that's not something I'm going to give away."
White Bone Spirit's teeth clattered with her laughter, "I wouldn't ask for it, but it's a pity that I have nothing normal here to offer you hospitality. Those who were related to Dusk paid too much to save my world."
"It would be great if I could just rest here for a while."