Meng Yuan walked towards where Lou Xin Yue was at few seconds ago, step by step, squatted down, stared at the place calmly, and said in a low voice, "It was really her, Yiting'er. I know she was trying to harm you, but she's gone now, Yiting'er. Forever gone."
Meng Yuan remembered the young girl from her past. The girl had been plagued with delusions.
The Meng Yuan in her memory had always been a handsome young man who practiced swordsmanship in the ten-mile peach forest of Mozhuang, the bright young man who was astonished with sword energy like a rainbow.
At that time, she only watched the graceful appearance of his sword practice for a while, and she was already secretly moved, and after he finished sword practice, he turned around and smiled at her, which made her whole girlish heart fall on him.
