The remorse and sadness in his heart almost devoured him.
If he must choose between being apart forever and never seeing each other again, or parting in life and death, he'd rather Momo leave.
He only wanted her to live well, even if it was in a place he could never see, as long as she was alive.
Outside the window, the sun gradually set, and the red of the sunset cast its glow into the room.
When Xiao Yimo regained consciousness and woke up again, she felt her body leaning against a warm embrace.
In a daze, she thought she had returned to the palace, being held as a treasure by Yi Haoyu.
But, after all, this was just an illusion, wasn't it?
Yi Haoyu was probably furious with her by now; how could he possibly still be holding her?
Slowly opening her eyes, the bright red evening glow filled the room, as if everything was covered with a layer of red gauze.
Beautiful but fleeting, and soon it might disappear.
