"These feelings are not fake." Mu Qianyue slowly spoke, and a glimmer of joy appeared on Nalan Ye's face upon hearing this. Yet, before the smile on Nalan Ye's face could fully unfold, her voice slowly echoed again, "I said you are my best friend. I won't watch you die with open eyes, but this has nothing to do with love."
The last trace of hope on Nalan Ye's face receded like a tide, turning pale as ash. His eyes were hollow and filled with sorrow and desolation, as if the entire world had lost its color, leaving not a single hue of light.
Yun Shang, who had been standing by the side, listened to these words, and slowly her expression became solemn. Her eyes held a shock that was as thick as ink that couldn't be dispersed, dark and gloomy.
