Hei Luan remained seated, her eyes still carrying a hint of a smile.
"Lu'an, this will probably be our last meeting. Take care of yourself from now on," he suddenly said.
No matter what, she was born at the same time as him, and in some sense, she was him, and he was her.
Thus, he still held some affection for her.
Feng Yueya was slightly stunned, then smiled:
"No, this is not our last meeting. Our last meeting will be at the moment you disappear forever."
Originally, she did not hate Hei Luan so much.
But she feared Hei Luan, feared that she would harm her child, so she dearly hoped that he would disappear forever.
Hei Luan simply smiled faintly and said nothing.
He lowered his head and continued to focus on playing his zither.
The sound of the zither was enchanting, like a dream.
The surrounding scenes became distorted, and Feng Yueya felt dizzy, her whole body fainting away.
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