Lu Chengfeng remained silent for a moment, choosing not to say much. At this moment, any words would be pale and powerless.
He merely walked forward slowly and reached out to hold Chang'e's jade-like hand. Although it was only a remnant thought manifesting, it felt like real flesh and blood, warm to the touch, as if carved from white jade.
Chang'e's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she pursed her lips but ultimately did not speak, nor did she refuse.
Since she had already promised him, there was no need to act reserved. Now, the countdown of life had begun.
She might as well indulge this once, perhaps this would be the last memory and experience of this lifetime.
"Don't worry, and don't overthink it; perhaps this is all predestined. If you were alone, you would surely fall in this Chaos Celestial Abyss, and if I hadn't met you, I would eventually be trapped in this Reincarnation Space-Time." Lu Chengfeng grasped her scented shoulder.
