Huang Yi left Thornbush City.
He couldn't possibly go looking for that girl; they were strangers, after all, bound by neither kinship nor obligation. Perhaps he would never see that silhouette again, and it would become an insignificant trifle in his life.
That rose was just a whim of his, left on the windowsill, regardless of whether it could be seen or not.
"Hmm? A rose?" As he walked, Huang Yi paused, suddenly reminded of another matter!
A few days ago, during a guild challenge, he had encountered a minor boss who was a woman; she too was in a garden, demanding a rose from a man.
When the man said he had no roses, the woman killed him and even took out his heart.
The bizarre scene had puzzled Huang Yi, but now, the pieces of the puzzle seemed to click into place.
Huang Yi seemed to remember something and looked up at the night sky.
The bright moon was silently shining, its pure moonlight spilling down.
