Beili Sier's pupils were veiled with a layer of half-dreamy, half-awake mist as he lifted his head and stared intently at Su Ming'an.
Even Beili Sier himself realized something — the Su Ming'an by his side seemed not to be Yasa. But he never wanted to uncover this truth, as it was too cruel for him.
He stretched out his hand, and in the thick darkness, he seemed to want to touch Su Ming'an's face, to confirm whether this was Yasa or not. But soon, his hand stopped in front of Su Ming'an's face, his fingertips trembling, not daring to come closer, as if there was a barrier between them.
In the faint darkness, it was so quiet that only the sound of tubing writhing and their breathing could be heard.
Five seconds later, Beili Sier suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and said in agony,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I don't dare, I don't dare to confirm..."
