He had never seen her like this.
The Lanxi from four years ago was like a quiet little flower that was blooming. It carried its own unique sharp stinger as it rushed into his embrace, his world.
He protected her, spoiled her, crossed the taboo of blood, loved her, and dragged her into the abyss of sin.
He used to be so painful and enjoying, enjoying the love and warmth given to him by her light like a little candle flame. He remembered her bright smile and soft obedience in the misty rain in Wushang. He remembered her delicate pain and struggle. He also remembered that she said that she talked about her dreams and worked hard for him. The light in her eyes could not be concealed.
Now, she seemed to have finally succeeded.
She stood not far away, sparkling and shining.
Mu Yichen sligh
