After a long while, neither of them moved.
He understood her heart and also knew what she wanted to know. But how could he tell her the truth?
She was fine now.
Not remembering was a kind of happiness.
To be entangled in the past was to suffer.
In the end, Qu Tan'er withdrew her small hand and left without looking back.
And he silently remained seated, not moving an inch.
He didn't call out to stop her...
Qu Tan'er arrived at the Cultivation Field, but she stayed inside a Cultivation Room, occupying the space.
The sky gradually darkened until the moon rose.
She still couldn't concentrate.
A dim aura shrouded the surroundings, a depressive atmosphere spreading.
The sound of footsteps, and then another man appeared.
Mo Yifeng leaned against the doorframe, casting a casual glance at the woman who didn't even spare him a look, "Need a drink?"
"Having one might be good."
