The evening glow was already fading.
As the sun set and the moon rose, the vast swathes of orange and gold had turned to a dusky red, like a pile of dying embers. Though the flames were out, they seemed to be struggling to burn once more.
On this dark island, Xin Huohuo finally decided to give up on this non-existent relationship, to give up on this man—this demon lord—who was clearly not of her world. She turned resolutely and staggered toward the shore.
Bei Mingyuan, a figure on the level of a demon lord, was so stunned by this mortal woman that he stood rooted to the spot, completely unable to react or speak, like a weathered rock.
Beside him, Yan Huo was utterly dumbfounded.
