Before You Xian's death, under the bright white moonlight, in the remote valley with thin aura of Jingya Mountain, the mountain peach blossoms were scorching.
At the bottom of a flower tree, You Xian leaned against the trunk, covered with fallen petals. She couldn't stop vomiting blood, her face was as white as paper, but her eyes were still.
Seeing You Xian's lips opening and closing, Ye Mo bent down and picked her up to listen. Half-listening and half-guessing, it turned out that what she said was:
"Ye Mo, I really wish I had never met you."
