It softened his heart somewhat.
"Why persist?" Miss Hilveld's gaze seemed to ask.
Indeed, why persist?
Fang Hong thought it was probably to prevent himself from being disappointed again, to prevent those watching him from being disappointed, to ensure that what he upheld would not fade with people's words and the passing of time.
But though the thought was complex, the explanation was simple.
It was simply because doing so felt natural to him.
He felt a sense of calm, as if a different kind of peaceful time was flowing inside him, but the next moment, the slow passage of time quickly accelerated, as if an invisible hand had moved its pointer—Fang Hong gently let go of Miss Hilveld's hand, while adjusting the glove on his right hand.
"Everyone, is the Paradise Steed still cooling down?"
"A few more minutes."
"We cannot wait a few more minutes."
Fang Hong replied, "Charge with me, everyone."
"I will fight alongside you."
And there was only one task in battle.
