Chapter 1445: Chapter 785_2 Chapter 1445: Chapter 785_2 Little White was stunned for a moment before she took the handkerchief and gently wiped the tear stains on her face. Her movements were so light, as if she was afraid of hurting herself. After drying her tears, she looked up at Logan, her voice carrying a slight sob: “Logan… thank you.”

Logan smiled softly, his tone light and tender: “Thank me for what? Do we need to be so formal with each other?”

Little White did not speak again, just bowed her head and continued eating the food in her bowl. Her movements were still slow, but her eyes no longer held the pain and struggle as before. Logan stood beside her, quietly watching her, yet his heart wasn’t completely calm. He knew that there were still many unresolved knots in Little White’s heart, but he believed that as long as he continued to stay by her side, one day, she would truly leave behind the Shadows of the past.

The sunlight outside the window streamed through the half-open window, casting a warm halo on both of them. The room quieted down for a moment, only the slight sounds of the clinking bowls and their gentle breathing could be heard. Logan’s gaze stayed on Little White, his eyes filled with tenderness and resolution. He knew that the path ahead might still be full of hardships, but as long as Little White was willing, he would definitely accompany her until the end.

As Logan spoke, his gaze seemed to pass through Little White and saw someone else. His eyes became somewhat distant, as if he was lost in some faraway memories. His fingers unconsciously stroked the corner of the table, his voice low and tinged with a hint of emotion: “Wine Maiden… she was actually a pitiful person. If she had been treated kindly in the beginning, perhaps she wouldn’t have gone astray, nor would she have ended up on that path.”

His tone carried a hint of regret, as if mourning for a stranger he had never met. Upon hearing his words, Little White felt a tremor in her heart. She raised her head and looked at Logan with complicated eyes, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: “You… you knew the Wine Maiden?”

Logan shook his head, his gaze still somewhat drifting: “No, I don’t know her. But I have heard her story. She was once a naive and cheerful girl, it’s only that fate was too cruel to her, leading her to that point of no return.”

Little White fell silent for a moment, a mix of emotions surging in her heart. She gently bit her lip, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation: “If… if someone had reached out to help her back then, maybe her ending would have been different, right?”

When Logan heard her words, his gaze finally returned from afar, landing on Little White’s face. His eyes became serious and deep, as if waiting for her next words. Suddenly, Little White saw Logan’s gaze directed at her, causing her to tense up. She pursed her lips slightly, and after a moment, spoke again, her voice carrying a note of determination: “Logan, I don’t want to become the second Wine Maiden. I don’t want… to be bound by past memories, nor do I want hatred to cloud my heart.”

Upon hearing her words, Logan’s eyes suddenly brightened. A slight smile curved his lips, showing a trace of relief. He had thought of many possibilities, including the possibility that Little White would stay by his side. But when it indeed happened as he had expected, undeniably, Logan was pleased. He nodded gently, his tone gentle and firm: “Little White, I’m glad you think this way. I will stay by your side and help you walk out of the past Shadows.”

When Little White heard his words, a warmth surged in her heart. She lowered her head, softly uttering a bashful and reassured “Mm.”

Once Little White finished eating, Logan took her to bid farewell to the Peach Blossom Demon. They left the room, walking through the blooming Peach Blossom Forest. The true form of the Peach Blossom Demon didn’t appear, only a gentle breeze passed through, lifting a few pink petals as if to bid them farewell. Logan stood under the Peach Blossom Tree, looking up at the giant peach tree, his voice warm and respectful: “Peach Blossom Demon, thank you for your care these past few days. We are leaving now, hoping there will be an opportunity to meet again in the future.”

The Peach Blossom Tree swayed gently as if responding to his words. Several petals drifted down with the wind, landing on Little White’s shoulders. She reached out to gently brush off the petals, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance: “Peach Blossom Demon, thank you… I will remember this place.”

Taking Little White back to the inn, her mood was noticeably better than yesterday. Her steps were lighter, and her face held more smiles. Logan walked beside her, his gaze tenderly on her, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. He knew that Little White was gradually stepping out of the past Shadows, and this was exactly what he had hoped to see.

After returning to the inn, Logan prepared to go back to his room to rest. As he reached the door, about to push it open, Little White suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation: “Logan… wait a moment.”

Logan stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at Little White, his eyes filled with a trace of doubt: “What’s wrong?”

Little White bit her lip, her gaze somewhat evasive, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: “Can you… can you stay with me for a moment? I… I still have some things I want to talk to you about.”

Logan was momentarily stunned, then smiled gently, his tone relaxed and tender: “Of course I can. What do you want to talk about?”

When Little White heard his agreement, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. She pushed open her room door, gesturing for Logan to come in. Following her, Logan entered the room and casually closed the door behind him. The room was simply yet cozily furnished, moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a gentle halo over the room.

Little White walked to the window, her back to Logan, her voice carrying a tinge of hesitation: “Logan, I… I’ve always had a question I wanted to ask you.”

Logan moved to her side, his gaze tenderly on her: “What question?”

Little White took a deep breath, as if mustering up courage. She turned to face him, her gaze fixated on Logan, a note of resolve in her voice: “Why… why are you so nice to me? We haven’t known each other for long, yet you’re willing to do so much for me. What… what is it for?”

Logan was taken aback by her words, pausing for a moment before he sighed softly, his eyes carrying a complex emotion: “Little White, I’ve asked myself that question many times too. Perhaps it’s because… I see something familiar in you. You remind me of myself in the past, the lonely and helpless me. I don’t want you to go through the pain I once experienced, so… I want to protect you.”

Little White trembled when she heard his words, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes, her voice slightly choked: “Logan… thank you. Really… thank you.”

Logan smiled, reached out to gently tousle her hair, his tone tender and firm: “No need to thank me. As long as you wish, I will always stay by your side, until you truly step out of the past shadows.”

Little White nodded, tears glittering in her eyes. She leaned gently against Logan’s shoulder, her voice barely audible: “Logan… it’s really good to have you.”

Logan gently patted her back, his gaze tender and resolute. He knew that the road ahead might still be filled with hardships, but as long as Little White was willing, he would definitely accompany her to the end.

Logan was also happy that Little White realized the importance of communication, and readily nodded in agreement.

Little White returned to her room, softly closed the door, and the room instantly fell into silence. She walked to the window, opened it, and the night breeze, carrying a trace of coolness, brushed across her cheeks, scattering her hair. She looked up into the night sky, where countless stars twinkled, as if numerous eyes were watching her. Those stars flickered with a faint yet steadfast light, as if silently conveying some distant secret.

Her gaze lingered on the night sky, but her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to last night. Ever since she ate that Spirit Fruit in the Secret Land, fragments of memories began to surface in her mind.