Mu Yichen sat on the chair, his eyelashes trembling violently. Soon after, a tear slowly seeped out of his eyes.
"Despair…" The man in white cape-coat let out a faint sigh! Even the wisest person would find it hard to accept such a sense of despair!
In Little Yichen's heart, whether it was Yun Shishi or Mu Yazhe, Youyou or Yueyao - it all went without saying how important they were to him. Entering such a bleak and hopeless illusion would have left him in complete despair!
The man studied the boy's face. Suddenly, he noticed something strange. Little Yichen's expression gradually softened. It was as though a gentle sense of relief had come over him.
"Youyou… Yueyao…" His lips curled into a loving and warm smile as he gently spoke those names. As if he was gratified.
