"Mo'er, I'm sorry, this time I'm breaking my promise..." Tianshuo turned to look at her, his deep blue pupils slowly enlarging, yet his lingering gaze stayed firmly on that familiar face...
It seemed as if he wanted to etch her face deep into his heart, stroke by stroke.
"Puff..."
A muffled sound.
It was like the sound of passing gas echoing between heaven and earth.
Only to see Tianshuo's swollen body rapidly deflate, like a balloon that lost its air, instantly returning to its original form.
Tianshuo's eyes were filled with shock; what was going on? Why couldn't he self-destruct?
"Tianshuo..."
Meng Ximo rushed forward, throwing herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly, looking up at him with resolute eyes in her coldly beautiful gaze, "Even if we have to die, we die together! Don't think about leaving me, I won't leave you!"
