After a moment of silence, Lu Chengfeng did not choose to say much, as any words were pale and powerless at this moment.
He simply walked slowly, reaching out to hold Chang'e's jade-like hand, which, though merely a manifestation of residual thoughts, felt warm to the touch, as if carved from white jade.
Chang'e's eyelashes quivered lightly, her lips pursed, yet ultimately she did not speak, nor did she refuse.
Since she had already agreed to him, there was no need to feign coyness, now that her life was already in a countdown.
It might as well be indulgent, perhaps this will be the last memory and experience of this lifetime.
"Don't worry, and don't overthink it; perhaps all of this is destined. If it were just you alone, you would inevitably fall in this Chaos Celestial Abyss, and if I hadn't encountered you, I too would have been trapped in this Reincarnation Space-Time," Lu Chengfeng grasped her fragrant shoulder.
