At this moment, thinking of those memories of Nan Feng, Wen Nanxi's heart hurt as if it was pierced by countless needles, densely packed.
So even though his whole body felt like it was about to explode, he wasn't eager to focus only on his own feelings.
He still thought about making her happy first.
Listening to these words from Wen Nanxi, Su Muyao felt a sense of dust settling, and her heart finally landed firmly.
Jing Chu is still alive, how wonderful.
A tear of excitement and joy slipped from the corner of her eye.
The little snake on Su Muyao's leg looked at her tears and suddenly darted to her neck, came to her cheek, and gently kissed Su Muyao's tears with its forked tongue.
As if the tears were extremely precious to him.
Su Muyao's breathing hitched, and when she looked into the eyes of this Green Snake, she only felt a vision of the azure smoke and rain.
In the haze, Su Muyao seemed to smell another faint scent.
"Jing... Jing Chu?"
Su Muyao's whole body trembled.
