Summary
Jiang Huixue was sitting on the bank of the dark river Styx, looking at the golden light that had not yet dissipated in the air not far away, and the red petals laying on the ground beside him—it was that person. The poppies that were picked from the sea of poisonous flowers before their ascension were smashed and shredded little by little, and sprinkled on the ground casually, making them embellished with black sand and black water. It looks like the heart that she has let down over the years. What did the man say before he left? She doesn’t understand love? Jiang Huixue doesn’t care what his reasons are. She only knew that he had soared, without hesitation, without the slightest nostalgia. After the round of Huanzong, the senior brother Shou Pei laughed at her, since Xu Qingcang was the first person to play with people’s hearts, but he also missed one day.