Qi looked at the transparent bead, with no expression on his pale face.
"The world is just a grain of dust to me, without any nostalgia. She is the one who really drags me out of the darkness. I have her, that's enough."
Gu Mingfu walked out of the darkness, his pupils seemed to have gathered whirlpools, he slowly pulled out Xingtian from behind, the knife clashed and hissed in the scabbard, as if with a heaven-defying anger.
"If you dare to touch her again, I won't mind skinning you and cramping you, so that you can feel the fire of hell again."
Duoyu quietly watched the raindrops outside the window hitting the window strings and smashing them to pieces. The devouring feeling of loneliness seemed to be swallowing him up in the next moment. The broken sound of raindrops was like an illusion, and he would still look at her with black wet eyes mixed with the breath of rain.