As she left the room, Ruan Li turned her head and looked at him one last time.
"Those scars, they're beautiful."
The door closed slowly, and Bai He's figure vanished from sight, leaving a moment of bewilderment.
She seemed to have really changed, not acting, but like a Nirvana Fire Rebirth.
What exactly happened on that day?
When Ruan Li went downstairs to the living room, she found two forlorn husbands sitting at the dining table.
Shi Jue faced away from her, and if it weren't for the slight movement of his ears, Ruan Li would have thought he hadn't noticed her coming downstairs.
Xu Mo leaned lazily against the chair back across from her, his voice drawn out infinitely, "Oh, finally willing to come down."
"Who knows who waited for so long, the flowers almost withered, but the female head came down with a cold face pretending not to care," he chuckled, as if mocking.
