Liu Hua's Pure Notes

"I don't know why, but when I see him hurt or upset, it makes me feel awful."

"His eyes used to be so clear and full of affection, but when I look into them now, they're so sad."

"From this moment on, everything about this man has something to do with me."

"Not having any memories is pretty nice. They were probably all bad memories anyway. What's the point of remembering them?" She lounged back in the wicker chair. "Right now, I've got a good friend like you by my side. We can brew a pot of aged white tea and bask in the moonlight. Isn't that nice?"

Watching her lounge so contentedly, Huanxue smiled faintly and lay back in her own wicker chair. She glanced at her profile, then turned to look at the starry sky. "Yes. As long as she's by my side, I can work hard to make money, then spend my free time living with her at 'Scenic Mansion' (which sounds like 'Murder Mansion'), drinking tea and growing flowers. Every now and then, I can help her deal with some martial-world business. That would be lovely." They had weathered so many dangers and upheavals together along the way, and they would stay together from now on, in life or death.

But why had this man appeared? This man with a face full of gloom who insisted on wearing such a flamboyant red outfit, always looking at her with those pleading, sorrowful eyes. Did he want to drag her back into that turbulent whirlpool of troubles? He would never allow it. She had already been let down too many times in this life...