Love that came too late was worth less than dirt.
Did that saying apply to family love too?
Jian Ran and Lu Yanting simultaneously looked toward the shadows where Yun Ying had raced off, both their extraordinarily handsome faces sinking into contemplation.
The little girl behind them seemed much clearer-headed now. She asked in her childish voice, "Can I finally be free?"
"Leave this filthy world?"
Jian Ran glanced back. The little girl still held her beastlike posture, blood covering her mouth, but her eyes had become clear and innocent.
"Soon," he said softly. "You'll be able to leave very soon."
This filthy world.
As his words fell, golden light suddenly burst from the ground beneath his fingertip, instantly spreading throughout the entire building.
Like the fire all those years ago, the flames blazed fiercely, as though they would cleanse the world of all its ugliness and suffering.
Still in the Dormitory Building, Qin Xiao happened to look out the window and cried out in shock, "Director Feng, look!"
Feng Xianghui ran over. At the incredible sight before him, he asked blankly, "Are those Jian Ran and Lu Yanting walking out of that golden light?!"
"They didn't set the building on fire, did they?!"
"Holy shit, how much will they have to pay for that?!"
Still very weak, Yu Zhuo struggled to her feet and walked toward the window, a trace of complicated emotion flashing across her strikingly valiant face.
She had once firmly chosen to believe that nothing supernatural existed in this world,
but at this very moment...
She had her doubts.
The sky began to brighten, the Morning Star rose, and all things continued their cycles.
Everything seemed to repeat yesterday's story, yet everything was a little different from before.
Jian Ran stepped down the stairs and raised