Like the moon over the spring river, like the snow of Kunlun.
If this beautiful woman in his arms could become an eternity, how wonderful would that be?
Qian Du's body was tall and slender, soft, and carried the unique fragrance of a young girl.
That scent was extremely familiar to Li Mu Yang—the day-and-night reading sessions at the Starry Sky Library, sitting side by side at the Star Observation Platform, following each other step for step while traveling through Broken Mountain, and spending every morning and evening together in Xifeng City.
And then there was that kiss beneath the endless night sky while the army surrounded the city—
That kiss had been like a ball of fire, a blazing fire that would burn forever without ever going out.
Whenever Li Mu Yang walked alone through desolate mountains or beside frigid rivers, through thorny woods or along boundless cliffs, across wolf-haunted wastelands or into trackless Red Valley, that fire would blaze fiercely, granting him warmth and hope.
Whenever he despaired of himself, despaired of humanity, and felt all his hopes turn to ashes, that fire would burn and seethe once more, warming him and reminding him that Li Mu Yang was not living alone on this continent. Beneath that starry sky, in that city of smoke and fire, there was still someone who cared about him.
In this world, someone truly cared about him.
They were far away, and they were also in his heart.
For the sake of those who cherished him, Li Mu Yang could not give up, much less sink forever into the demonic path.
This was also why Li Mu Yang had continued to maintain his divine consciousness instead of being completely devoured and melted away by the black dragon's hatred.
Li Mu Yang was still