Pain flashed through the pure, glass-like purple eyes, so intense that even the heart wrung in agony.
Forget it, he's destined to be lonely all his life, and besides, his eyes... why drag her down with him?
Yet, she promised to spend her life watching the moon and enjoying the scenery with him.
Yet, she promised that the Hundred Flowers Brew buried beneath Beichuan would be unearthed together, to indulge in wine and song under the moon.
Yet, she promised once she handled all these tedious worldly matters, she would travel freely across the seas with him on a white horse, singing long songs...
Yet... in the end, was it all just talk?
Even the last warmth he clung to disappeared. Forget it, he's always lived in darkness, he's used to it now, but not used to days without her...
