In the graveyard, seldom visited by the living.
Wang Yuanyu, her head covered with a black sackcloth, admired Qi Yuan with a hint of appreciation and admiration in her eyes.
This Bloodline Bearer seemed a bit mad, speaking shockingly, but many of his words resonated deeply with her.
For instance:
"What is there to fear in death, familiar faces await on both sides."
"The sun can also die, its shadow the corpse it leaves behind."
"I don't fancy girls who take a long time to appreciate, for I lack the patience to do so."
Most importantly, concerning truth versus illusion, along with her attitude towards this mundane world, she felt much.
So, who cares about who Tu Kongming is, roll away!
The memories she cared about were the real memories.
"You said Ma Longhun never comes, could it be because he can't afford tickets to the graveyard?" Suddenly, Qi Yuan turned his head to look at Wang Yuanyu.
"Huh?"