Dark clouds gathered in the sky.
The wind blew past with a faint hint of blood that lingered around one's noses.
It was silent. At this moment, the scene seemed to be frozen.
Chu Liuyue was dazed. Rong Xiu's sentence kept echoing beside her ear, again and again. He said he… wiped away Mu Qinghe's memories the day he was sent to Tianling by the evil spirit? So…
Something seemed to heavily crush her heart, and it hurt.
She slowly turned around to look at Mu Qinghe.
He kneeled on the ground and was covered in wounds. He had already lost his vitality.
As if detecting her gaze, his body moved as he looked up with much difficulty.
His face was pale, and it was messily stained with blood.
The frozen layer in his eyes seemed to slowly melt and reveal some hints of light. Then, he looked at her and smiled slightly.