His voice is cold and pure, like the most mountain stream, and the vibration of every tone is like a beautiful performance: “What do you belong to?”
Harper is not in the spirit group.
Caleb had never been in contact with such a world, and would understand that this kind of organization probably would not allow members to leak such secret things.
“I?”
The corners of Harper’s lips raised, and his smile was mysterious: “I am an existence you can’t imagine.”
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