Beside the Wangchuan Tributary, Qing Chi weakly knelt down on one knee.
She lowered her head, letting out infinite mournful cries, revealing an unprecedented fragility.
The once youthful days, that naive and tender feeling, like the secret joy and dependence of a budding flower, seemed to dissipate little by little like a sand painting blown away by the wind.
The once unforgettable life-and-death companionship, vows surpassing life and death, emotions of living and dying together etched into the soul like branding iron, now felt like extinguished flames, leaving only cold emptiness.
These were the past she shared with her beloved, her understanding and experience of love, all of which Qing Chi abandoned.
She had no choice, only by doing this could she rescue her beloved.
"I want to save you, even if it means... I forget you, even if I no longer love you!"
A yellow dust gradually appeared on Luo Si's body.
"Can't suppress it anymore?" His face changed slightly.
