Tears streamed endlessly down Qian Xun Yue's delicate cheeks.
Su Mo had actually died to save her!
Could it be that, for her sake, he had truly spared no thought for his own life?
Could her life really be so important to Su Mo that he would cast everything aside for it?
Could love between a man and a woman truly be more than mere desire—even more important than life itself?
As she watched the churning lava below and thought of the now-dead Su Mo, Qian Xun Yue's heart was a tangled mess of emotions.
Originally, Su Mo's death should have brought her satisfaction, but now she felt incomparably miserable, as though a heavy boulder weighed upon her chest, crushing the breath from her!
After a while, Qian Xun Yue took a deep breath and sighed inwardly.
Su Mo was already dead. Nothing could be undone now. There was no use remaining here, and her life would only be in danger.
"I'm sorry!"
After taking one more look at the surging lava below, Qian Xun Yue turned and left. She had suffered grave injuries and had to find a way to escape this place.
Beneath the boundless lava, Su Mo gave up struggling, because no matter how he struggled, it would be futile.
This unknown being was simply too powerful—utterly impossible to resist.
Su Mo's body was tightly clenched in the lava hand as it continuously dragged him downward.
The lava was actually bottomless. After more than a dozen breaths, Su Mo had descended an unknown tens of thousands of miles, yet he still had not reached the bottom.
"What's going on?"
Su Mo was filled with alarm. It was not the lava's depth that alarmed him, but why this terrifying unknown being had not simply crushed him to