Ying Xiaoxiao had truly grown into a young lady. Her figure was now very slender, only half a fist shorter than the tall and slender Chu Feng. She was slim and graceful, and her soft silver hair reached her waist, shining brightly. However, her face was full of tears, she was dejected and sorrowful.
Under today’s atmosphere, she was incomparably sorrowful. She held onto a corner of Chu Feng’s sleeve, unable to say goodbye. There was an indescribable pain and longing.
Although many people looked over, she didn’t let go. This was because she knew that if she let go, they would be separated from each other for the rest of their lives. Perhaps they would never see each other again.
Letting go of her like this also meant that the emotions of life were completely separated. They were destined to look at each other from a distance for the rest of their lives. They would be separated forever and would never meet again for the rest of their lives.
