On Beiluo Lake Island…
Everything on the island was entirely unusual for Mo Liuqi.
This was an island full of controversies. If you say it was vibrant, there were only ten exotic chrysanthemums on the island.
If you say there was a lack of vitality, the air on the island was clean and fresh, even purer than that in those remote forests.
Mo Liuqi slowly walked by the lake. A warm, soft wind blew over, blowing his clothes. He suddenly felt refreshed.
"Beiluo… Lake Island."
Mo Liuqi slowly took the gemmed hairpin with beads off his hair. The cheap beads on the hairpin were oscillating while he was doing that.
Mo Liuqi gently caressed the name on the hairpin and then tightly grasped it.
Zhu, hold on. I promise I will go and see you alive, Mo Liuqi mumbled to himself.
In the distance…
With the sword box made of fragrant rosewood on his back, Jing Yue was lazily looking at Mo Liuqi.
