Everyone has something they desire.
She does too.
It's just that it was something from a very long time ago.
Xia Ji gazed at Mengluo City. Over thirty years had passed, and it was still just as beautiful, just as dreamlike, just like its name, Mengluo City—a place where every dream settles. Everyone here appears so happy and joyful, huh.
But to her, it was perhaps a place where dreams shattered.
Her dream didn't settle; it fell like a flower—completely fell, shattered, decayed.
The past surged to her mind in an instant. She blinked to cover up the pain and hatred that were about to overflow.
Her eyes remained beautifully clear and serene.
Qing Ke was still happily chattering away, excitedly telling her, "Sister Ling, why did you leave? Everyone has missed you so much. Sister Mingzhu even said she wanted to go out and find you. We don't even know if you've been doing well. Oh, the Clan Leader, the Clan Leader surely doesn't know you've returned. I'll go tell him right away!"
