But he didn't try to console, merely saying to himself: "Liking someone is a beautiful thing. You walk through a very dark night, seemingly seeing nothing ahead. But if there's someone in your heart, then everything exists."
For five hundred years gazing at the moon, it's all about gazing at "Little Fan."
They exist in one realm, yet cannot meet, only hide from each other.
It seems like having nothing, yet it feels like possessing everything.
"That's truly wonderful." Jiang Wang just uttered this, then fell silent.
He kept the sentence "But I can't" buried in his heart.
The terrifying nights of the Forest sea source realm could not disturb them at this moment.
The two remained silent, conserving their spirits...
Awaiting the final moment.
...
...
In the Divine Shade Land, inside a bookhouse that's seen quite some years.
An elderly woman with white hair quietly reading a book.
The book is titled "Eight Methods of Planting Spiritual Silk Flowers."
Author unknown.
