"Qianxia." He suddenly spoke her name.
His voice seemed to come from deep within his chest, heavy.
"Yes?" Sheng Qianxia came back to her senses and looked at him.
But Ling Muye's gaze was fixed on the inscription.
"Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you turned that person into your youth, your secret crush, your first love, your everything?"
"..." Sheng Qianxia held her breath and looked at Ling Muye.
At this moment, his face was expressionless, his pale skin possessing a pathologically exquisite beauty.
In the cemetery, there was an added layer of desolation.
Like a blooming red spider lily, magnificent yet solitary.
"And then, your love died, killed and buried in the dust by the very person you loved."
"She makes you forget this incident forever, and that's supposedly the best outcome for you."
"But she will never know, you will never be okay again."
"Without her, you will never be okay again..."
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