Xiu Wanxue looked at their lonely backs as if they were abandoned by the world.
"I have no memories from my past lives, but I will try to remember everything. If I cannot remember everything between us, we can start over again." Xiu Wanxue's words rang in their ears, like the rain fell on the withered flowers, watering their withered and lonely hearts.
Notwithstanding the fact that her memories with them were lost, it didn't mean that she felt nothing about their silent sufferings.
She didn't want to see their sadness because her heart would be sad too. Is her bond with them in the past so deep that her heart reacts to their pain?
"Snow, you've never changed." Mo Meifen turned to smile at her with happiness before he went out of the tent and prepared another tent from his immortal space.
"Little Snow, take a rest. I have prepared everything here." Zhu Zemin's tone wasn't as warm and soft as Mo Meifen's.
