Such an Ending-Can You Accept It?

There was no white hair, nor those eyes as still as dead water. There was even less of that aura of blood and killing intent, that rejection of everyone from a thousand miles away and untouchability. With long, light chestnut hair and deep brown eyes, Tong Muxue was crouching beside the rocking chair at that moment, gazing at her gently as she wiped away her sweat. The tenderness in her eyes...