Mu Yucheng clung to the dirt and embraced it as if he were embracing the woman he loves most. He knelt on the ground and cried for a long time. When the moon hung high in the night sky, he slowly stood up from the ground.
Looking up at the vast plains around him, Mu Yucheng opened his lips and whispered: "Please don't leave me… Xiang'er, where are you?"
He looked around but couldn't find her, so he called her again, "Xiang'er, where are you? Please, answer me… I'm scared, Xiang'er... Come out quickly..."
Without getting an answer from her, Mu Yucheng took a step forward and started walking. As he walked, he repeated the same sentence over and over again.
"Xiang'er, don't go… Don't leave me alone…"
Laying on the ground, his sword that was covered by Xu Xiang's blood trembled for a second, then floated up and followed him.
