"In that case, no one in the world is walking the same path as you," Xie Jingxing asked.
"That's right."
Shen Miao sighed in her heart. A person who had crawled out of the grave and lived a second time should be no different from a ghost in some ways. She had always been alone on the path of revenge.
"But if you comfort me like this, I'll get the illusion that." Xie Jingxing smiled. "We're on the same path."
The wind picked up the broken leaves on the ground and blew across the frozen lake.
However, looking at the frozen lake, one seemed to be able to see spring breeze blowing past the lake filled with blooming flowers.
Winter would eventually pass, and spring would come.
Shen Miao's voice was soft, even softer than the wind at night.
She said, "I guess so."
If you comfort me like this, I'll get the illusion that we're on the same path.
Shen Miao thought so too.
