Alfis Race Academy * American Type Pretty Boy
"Was I devoured?" Lan Ziyue's hands restrained Xuan Shiyan, who was struggling in her grasp. She muttered to herself in deep thought, but when she heard these words, Xuan Shiyan's body froze, and tears slid down from her already red eyes. Yes, she cried again, frequent sobs, because it hurt so much, once more, once more helplessly watching Ruka die again.
"LUKA!!!!!" She screamed his name in despair, straining to lift her hands and pounding against the detestable blue wall in front of her. It was all because of her rash actions that this poor child had to endure unbearable pain again... Sorry, sorry...
As everyone watched the red glow and the red magic array slowly disappear, Xuan Xiuran's eyes dimmed with disappointment. Suddenly, her pupils dilated, flashing a surprised light. On the originally empty ground, a small boy lay there, his body completely unadorned, his beautiful silver short hair deeply etched in the sunlight, deeply imprinted in Xuan Xiuran and others' eyes.
"Midnight, let me go and take a look." Xuan Yiran hastily turned back, with a smile that was hard to reveal on her tear-stained face, not knowing if it was him or not, she still wanted to move forward and take a look, even if it was just a tiny or non-existent hope, she wouldn't give up.
Lan Zi Ye and several others saw Xuan Shi Ran's determination, reconfirmed that the danger in front of them had been eliminated, and without a word, they all let go of their hands. The blue protective wall disappeared, and Xuan Shi Ran immediately ran forward, tightly hugging the child who looked less than 10 years old and was lying on the ground. Feeling his normal body temperature, her mouth curved into a faint smile as she lowered her head to look at the child in her arms. His skin was very white, with shoulder-length silver hair, and whether it was his small and delicate face or his overall facial features, they all looked exquisite and showed a hint of childishness.
Seeing him with his eyes closed, Xuan Yi's heart tightened involuntarily. She quickly leaned her cheek close to the tip of his nose and felt that his breathing was calm and peaceful, without any abnormalities, which made her let out a sigh of relief. This child was actually sleeping.
She lifted her head, and the next second her eyes were filled with soft light and uncontrollable joy. Perhaps everyone thought she was crazy, had a crazy idea, but she could confirm that the child in her arms was indeed Luca, who was favored by miracles and the goddess of fate, transformed into human form.
