Under the silver-purple wide sleeves, slender fingers clenched, Mu Qianyue closed her eyes. Nalan Ye's body shattered into countless fragments, disappearing into the air, while scenes flashed through her mind like movie clips...
Feeling the surroundings changing, Mu Qianyue opened her eyes slowly. The roar of flowing water sounded in her ears, and the faint fragrance of roses lingered at her nose—she had returned to the valley from earlier.
"Awake so soon? I thought you'd be lost in that dream for a while." Tianshuo reclined on a branch of the Ziwei Tree, pale purple petals had fallen all over him, his dark blue robe entangled with his long blue-black hair spreading out in the air like a painting of unparalleled beauty.
"Have you always been here?" Mu Qianyue's face darkened slightly, thinking he might have enjoyed the show for quite some time.
"Hmm, I saw both what should be seen and what shouldn't."
