"Can I see the color of my own soul?" Huangfu Jun tried to look inward, almost crossing her eyes into a cockeyed stare. Even though she was wearing a helmet and riding a demonic motorcycle as fast as lightning, thanks to Bai Lin's demonic connection, they could clearly hear each other's voices.
"No," Bai Lin said, his brows furrowing slightly. He tightened his grip on the handlebars, then twisted them hard, instantly accelerating another level. Hearing her complain as her head bumped against his back from the inertia, he uncharacteristically refrained from sarcasm. After all, his emotions were a bit complicated right now. He was beginning to realize that he might not know Huangfu Jun as well as he thought he did.
Any being capable of seeing the colors of others' souls could naturally see their own, without exception. Given Huangfu Jun's ignorance of the demon world and her usual behavior, since she asked that question, it meant she truly couldn't see her own color. What was even more baffling was that he couldn't see her soul's color either.
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