As Yin Hu watched Pasong chanting the incantation and the clotted Skeleton Blood Mark forming, a sense of sinking involuntarily filled her heart, and her clear, azure eyes also revealed a hint of gloom and despair.
It seems that today, I am to perish here.
Using her peripheral vision, Yin Hu glanced around. The environment here wasn't too bad; everything within her sight was bathed in her favorite color, white.
To make this place my final resting ground, that should be a fine end, right?
Suddenly, Wang Hao's annoyingly playful smile surfaced in Yin Hu's mind. For some reason, every time she thought of that smile, she felt a warmth within her heart.
This time was no exception!
However, this time, there was also a bit more reluctance in her heart!
Perhaps this was going to be our last goodbye. I wonder where he is now, whether he's well. Would he think of a girl named Yin Hu during his spare moments?
