Huanhuan learned about Mu Ye from Shuang Yun.
She couldn't help but sigh. The young man who liked to tell stories was gone, leaving behind only a handful of ashes.
"If I had developed Forgetting Water earlier, Mu Ye might not have died…"
Bai Di stroked her head. "It was Mu Ye's choice," he said gently. "We're all just spectators in his life. You don't have to take all the blame."
Huanhuan sighed. "I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Although Mu Ye was a little stubborn and impulsive, he was still a very good beast. It was because he had trusted the wrong person that this tragedy happened.
And Yi Wu, the instigator of this tragedy, was still at large. She did not feel the slightest guilt over Mu Ye's death.
The human heart was made of flesh. Why was Yi Wu so cold-blooded?!
Shuang Yun promised, "We'll avenge Mu Ye!"
