Tianlang-Jun had said, “But why is loving a person such a difficult thing?” At the time, Zhuzhi-Lang had been unable to squeeze out a smile, nor had it been able to speak. As if lost in thought, it had flicked out its tongue, spraying Tianlang-Jun with a face full of snake saliva. It truly is difficult, it thought. But no matter how difficult, it’s less difficult than making one’s heart stop loving.

