In the end, everything turned into a very light sigh, dissipated in the empty and cold hall, and no one heard it.
"... Gu Xinglan."
Her name escaped from his lips, as light as a piece of snow, falling on the cold jade ground, melting instantly, leaving no trace behind.
At this moment, Gu Xinglan, who had flown back to Fuguang Island, stood alone in the courtyard of his humble residence, looking at the towering outline of Ziwei Palace in the distance, reaching into the sky.
She raised her hand and gently pressed it on her heart, feeling the bursts of burning pain coming from the crack in her soul, and also feeling the growing flame called "hope" in her heart.
On the pale face, a clear but firm smile slowly bloomed.
"The first step," she whispered to herself and to the endless sky,
"It's done."
