Indescribable sorrow enveloped Lu Ye's body and mind, that feeling was as if he was about to lose something extremely important.
This feeling did not stem from his own heart, but from the identity of Ye Liu.
He wanted to withdraw his hand, yet no matter how he tried, he couldn't pull it away.
Ye Liuli held his hand without using much strength, yet their palms seemed inseparably bound.
"Let go!"
Ye Liuli looked up at him, her little face covered in tears, but she just shook her head gently, a smile on her face, "Brother Ye Liu, I can't hold on any longer. I'm so glad to have waited for you, and this is the last thing I can do for you. You have a long road ahead of you, Brother, you must keep going!"
The flames enveloping the two of them slowly retracted and gradually disappeared.
And as the flames dissipated, Ye Liuli's entire figure became ethereal and transparent.
She stood up, slowly turned around, and looked at the rising sun, sighing softly, full of nostalgia.
