Beauty fades, bones wither, brilliance in a fleeting moment.
Now, I become dust, scattered like drifting sand.
The protagonist closes his eyes, feeling the person in his arms slowly disappear, a piercing pain shreds his heart, the world loses its color.
From then on, he covers his eyes too, since this world's splendor can't be retained, why linger any longer...
...
Upon finishing this part, Chen Jingbai also felt a pang in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, checked repeatedly, and felt that there was no issue with this section as the climax and turning point of the entire book...
So, let's put it in the draft box. During that time, writing ten thousand words a day had already accumulated a lot of drafts, but now, why does it still feel somewhat melancholic?
Chen Jingbai's readers don't yet know that the 'dog author' has already picked up a blade; they simply use all their votes to push this novel renamed as "Lingxiao" to the top of the charts!
