The clouds moved with the wind, revealing the bright moon and myriad stars.
The starry river was long illuminating, making the sky appear as if it were daylight.
The moonlight painted the boy's brows and eyes in a light gold hue, making him even more handsome and noble.
His long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly curved, holding within them pools of spring water brimming with deep affection.
He said, "Senior sister, I love you."
He also said, "No one can compare."
Straightforward words, without any extravagant or sweet embellishments.
Yet in this life, Yue Zheng had never heard a more sincere confession.
If it were before the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies descended, Xing Yun speaking such words to her would have made her think he had gone mad, completely rebellious.
But now, as he is about to pass, Yue Zheng couldn't utter a word, only tears fell freely like a string of broken pearls.
Penglai Saintess should be unfeeling.
