"Fellow Daoist, ever since I saw her, she's been like this."
Seeing the young man's body begin to tremble, Ye Lin could not help but speak.
This time, however, the young man ignored Ye Lin and simply walked toward the corpse in the distance.
At the sight of this, Ye Lin felt no stir whatsoever.
After all, he had seen scenes like this many, many times. His heart was as still as water.
But Zhang Ling'er only felt as though something was lodged in her chest, leaving her miserable—unbearably miserable.
She silently watched the two figures before her.
Even Luo Yao in her arms watched quietly at that moment.
"Fellow Daoist, please leave this place."
At this moment, the young man turned around and looked at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin raised his head and glanced at him, then silently nodded.
Ye Lin said nothing. He merely rose and walked forward. As he passed by, he lifted a hand and patted the young man on the shoulder before heading off the island.
Carrying Luo Yao, Zhang Ling'er followed behind Ye Lin.
Once the group had completely departed, the young man slowly embraced the corpse before him.
Outside, Ye Lin looked at the island before him.
Pink peach blossoms danced across the island, until they eventually enveloped the entire island.
The peach blossoms contracted, and the island collapsed.
The next instant, a Heaven-Shaking explosion rang out, and the entire island was reduced to nothing.
A blooming peach tree floated there in midair.
As time passed, the peach tree slowly faded away.
At that moment, Ye Lin knew that the man had died for love.
That was right—the young man from before had died for love.
Because just now, Ye Lin had seen the will to die in that young man's eyes.
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