Mu Yingchen's eyes slowly narrowed as he stared at the characters "Na Wa" in a daze, his profound gaze indecipherable...
"Brother Achen, how is it? Isn't it pretty?" Na Wa, seeing Mu Yingchen staring at the writing without speaking, couldn't help but anxiously speak up to remind him.
Mu Yingchen suddenly came back to his senses, held the piece of writing by Su Wanxia up before his eyes, and a flicker of light quietly passed through the depths of his eyes.
The obsidian-like pupils slowly misted over, becoming somewhat ethereal, somewhat hazy.
A breeze blew by, and the piece of paper left his slender fingertips, gently floating down into the azure lake.
"Brother Achen..." Na Wa couldn't help but call out in a low voice.
Mu Yingchen watched as the white rice paper soaked by the water, his eyes instantly clearing, and within moments, black ripples began to spread around the paper, blending with the azure lake water until it disappeared without a trace.
