Dong—
A bell rang by his ear, long and deep, lingering without end.
At the same time, a piece of information appeared in Luo Chuan's mind along with the chime.
It seemed to have always been there; only now had he noticed it.
"Final Curtain, End and Origin."
"What's wrong?"
Yao Ziyan shifted slightly. The faint tickling sensation at her neck from Luo Chuan's breath made her a little uncomfortable.
Nearly her entire body was nestled in Luo Chuan's embrace, and she could clearly feel the subtle changes in his heartbeat.
"Mm... I suddenly remembered something," Luo Chuan said.
Yao Ziyan gave an "oh."
She turned around and met a pair of pale eyes, clear as still pond water, reflecting the moonlight and the world woven from light and shadow.
Though the pond water was clear, it was too deep—so deep that at its very bottom lay only ink-black darkness.
Forget it. If he didn't want to say it, then he didn't have to.
So mysterious.
Though she thought so inwardly, her soft lips involuntarily pouted slightly.
Luo Chuan laughed and rubbed Yao Ziyan's hair. Lately, she had often shown this expression, no different from an ordinary girl in love.
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
"Oh."
The radiance that had illuminated the entire world gradually dimmed, and the banished night once more reclaimed the place that should have belonged to it.
The streets were still packed with people. For most of them, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Once the light faded to a certain extent, it stabilized, leaving an eternal scar across the sky. Patterns crisscrossed one another, like twisting lightning, like branches spreading wantonly, slowly moving as though alive.
The structure of the world there had been permanently changed. The power that erupted from the light in