Tonight, we will never set in the west.
This is just a sweet dream, never wake up again.
You tore apart my sweet dreams, but left me in the night wind.
"Su Jue, why do you hate me so much?"
"It makes me sad that you asked me that."
"You tore apart all my closest relatives in this life, but you still refuse to give me a reason?"
"Ah Chen, you are so smart, don't you know what I am doing?"
"It doesn't matter, I am just a wisp of smoke. I should have been broken up when we attacked the city of Xiguo. I wouldn't have encountered you and affected the whole family."
Mo Chen moved his resentful eyes away from Su Jue and looked into the distance.
Su Jue never thought that Mo Chen would have such a desperate expression. Before this, he didn't believe that a person like Mo Chen would choose to commit suicide. But the way she looked at the lake really frightened Su Jue.
"Ah Chen, don't be like this. I'll let you go."
"Thank you, Su Jue."
After saying that, Mo Chen took advantage of the wind, his body was light and fluttering, and he swayed off the high platform in a flash. The aqua-blue double-breasted feather yarn floated down to Yile Lake.