At the thought of this, her heart ached terribly.
A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye and landed on the Soul-Devouring Vines.
The Soul-Devouring Vines trembled.
Just as Little Brat was about to save Huanhuan, the Soul-Devouring Vines slowly loosened, and Xing Chen's voice sounded again.
"I'm glad you didn't lie to me this time."
Huanhuan sat on the ground and covered her throat with both hands, coughing non-stop.
The Soul-Devouring Vines approached her.
"This is for you."
Huanhuan raised her head and saw a small white flower wrapped around the tip of a vine.
At this moment, Xing Chen was almost out of strength. The Soul-Devouring Vines couldn't help but tremble, and the little white flower also trembled.
This was a flower that he had treasured for many years.
It was also the first gift he had received in his life.
Huanhuan couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the petals with her fingertips.
