[Fantasy Cultivation + BE Aesthetics + Unable to Love + Growth-type Heroine]
Tick tock... Tick tock... Time passed quietly minute by minute, as if Mengyao's vitality was dissipating bit by bit with the passing of each second, like fine water drops. The crisp ticking sound was like the ruthless footsteps of the God of Death approaching step by step, hitting her already fragile heart hard again and again.
