"Frost Tears buried many ancient geniuses. Amidst truth and falsehood, right and wrong, there are numerous pasts unknown to others."
Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, Ni Chang Fairy's eyes, which were already incredibly beautiful, became even more dazzling and enchanting, filled with spiritual vivacity.
She sighed softly, a classic gracefulness of a bygone era and a melancholic mood manifested in her tone.
She was not one to reveal her feelings in front of others, but at this moment, in front of Zhou Yan, she couldn't help herself.
"Ni Chang, you have suffered much over these years."
Zhou Lingyao's figure approached Ni Chang Fairy and tenderly embraced her, whispering softly.
His voice was magnetic and exceedingly gentle because only he understood the hidden past of those geniuses that lay behind Ni Chang's words.
Because he was the protagonist of those past stories.
But he said no more, for everything was understood in silence.
