The red-robe Baixue is not alone; Snow Qiannxun is also merged within that devil light. Although devoid of inner strength, she grabbed Dongfang Bubai's sleeve, as if the triumphant sect leader of the past was turning away without looking back.
She said she doesn't care about this world, she said she loves a man, she said she wants to leave him...
She held onto his sleeve.
Don't go.
Holding onto all the beautiful crimson streaks flowing on that Blackwood Cliff, as the sun sets in the west.
Boom!!!
The devil light was blocked and vanished before those two people.
And Sui Yi, upon witnessing this scene, paused for a moment and looked up at the peerless Demon Tower.
What kind of feelings did she have when she entered the Demon Tower back then?
Lost and lonely.
This time, it seems not so lonely.
Sui Yi closed her eyes.
Actually, she still couldn't let go.
In the past.
As for now...
Let go a bit more.
