Perhaps what Wen Hanwei spoke of was the best way to survive for him, yet it was not what he wanted.
Baili An carefully and respectfully folded the handkerchief in his palm and stored it away.
It wasn't about the romance of men and women, but rather the friendship and goodwill that were hard to come by in this mortal world.
For the corpse demon, such a simple handkerchief was too beautiful and warm; it was not something that could be taken for granted and held in the hand.
Therefore, he had to cherish and treasure it.
He looked at Wen Hanwei, his eyes were bright and calm in this dark and blotchy world, "Without dreams, why need a faraway place? If Sister Wen doesn't want to tell me, she must have her reasons. That's fine. Memories that are too easily traced back to might not be that important to me."
Even in death with cold blood, he refused to fall into desolation.
Wen Hanwei quietly watched him for a long time, finally sighed helplessly.
