The clouds were rolling and the wind was blowing hard.
My silver hair was blown by the howling wind, and the flying dust blurred my eyes. I squinted my eyes and raised my head to look at the familiar figure. He was still as I remembered, wearing a dark green robe, and he was still surrounded by a group of followers.
He looked at me coldly and said, "Qianli, do you know your guilt?"
Su Mo, Su Mo...
I silently chanted this name that has been deeply imprinted in my heart.
Su Mo, even after so many years, I can't forget you. Among the vast sea of people, the first thing I see is still you...
I once thought that you were my god and my dream, but I never thought that in your eyes, maybe I was just a joke.
There is no me in your world, but the funny thing is that there is only you in my world.
Su Mo, I often wonder, if we had never met, would you have been able to continue to be your superior immortal, and could I have continued to be a carefree and free fox underground? If you had never appeared in front of me from the beginning, I might not be as grief-stricken as I am today...
Mingxuan once said to me, Qianli, you don't know that in this world, there has never been a if...