Jingyang let out a long sigh of frustration, and as he took a deep breath again, his gaze slowly changed - how could there be such a heavy metallic smell,Jingyang's heart was filled with despair. He quietly let go of the tall grass he had parted, and lay helpless on the ground, hoping that the beast on the slope hadn't actually seen him...,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.。