Mo Ran heard the slow footsteps coming behind her, and her already cold body slowly became stiff. The cold wind echoing in the valley was mixed with the original cold woody fragrance, as cold as the bloody white snow that fell on her heart from the Lilian grassland, and was wrapped in despair and slowly eroding her heart.
She knew that if she took a few steps forward, she would reach a cliff. There is no longer any tenderness, no more sharing of life and death. What happened in these few short months is so fragile in the face of the hatred of the family and the country.
She admitted that she was scared.
In fact, everything was just her greed. One sword in the Lilian grassland should have ended all the past and infatuated love. After all, she was too greedy.
"You..."
The moment Mo Ran heard his voice, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she was suddenly afraid of hearing his voice. This made the tenderness engraved in her heart ready to reveal with her own hands at any time the layer of her past that had been covered in dust for a long time, full of darkness and blood.
"Alian, come here."
"Alian, it's time to take medicine."