Skylark gazed at the sky, clearing after the rain, a splendid rainbow streaked across the horizon, shrouded in a misty haze.
"If I am truly using you, would you be angry?"
She said softly.
Gu Jianlin remained silent for a moment, his eyelids lowered: "I don't mind, as long as it's against The Order of the Hidden."
His consciousness gradually sank into a pitch-black abyss, yet his hands were tightly clenched, nails not particularly sharp deeply embedded in his palms, faintly, a trace of blood flowed out, who knows where he got the strength.
Even at this point, he was still unwilling to fall asleep.
So stubborn.
Skylark's eyes reflected a slight change.
Finally, she withdrew her previous amusement and mockery, no longer displaying girlish coyness or anger, in her bewitching and enchanting eyes appeared a trace of arrogance and dignity, as if from a far-off place, solitary and majestic.
Gu Jianlin was right.
