Can't Forget
Editor: Henyee Translations
She felt that she would probably never forget such a woman in her whole lifetime.
She was wearing seductive red clothes and her facial features were exquisitely beautiful. She was like a blossoming flower of fire, so dazzling that she couldn't turn her eyes away.
She heard the woman's gentle voice in her ears. "Are you willing to go with me to the Holy Water Sect?"
She nodded.
At the same time, Ye Lingmin, whose consciousness was slowly slipping, also nodded.
At some point in time, Yang Xirong had been standing next to Qiao Mu. She stared absentmindedly at Ye Lingmin, who had passed on with a smile.
Ye Lingmin looked like she was asleep, with a smile on her lips.
No one knew that she seemed to be immersed in a dream. In this dream, she wilfully let herself go and delved further within…
She still remembered that it was a truly cold winter that year.