It smells like jasmine.

However, Hanzhou didn't like it. He said, "You've been a vegetarian for over ten years, don't you want to try what meat tastes like now?"

Before Xiao Heye could answer, Han Zhou left behind only a vicious remark and then turned and left without looking back.

Xiao Heye stood by the Taiye Pond, gazing at the direction Han Zhou had left for a long time without moving.

...

On the way back, the cold wind stung our faces.

The endless white snow and the desolation of the cold season seemed to be reminding Xiao Heye not to forget his original intention when he entered the palace, and not to forget the despair he and Hanzhou felt when they were surrounded by desolation in the snow and ice.

Also, don't forget the painful cycle of those who, after overcoming countless hardships to crawl out of a pile of corpses, only to see another abyss.

Darkness and cold, loneliness and death always accompanied them.

Xiao Heye and Han Zhou killed the King of Hell and were saved, but they could never escape the darkness and the killing.

Xiao Heye walked to the outside of the courtyard wall of Tingyu Tower and looked up at Su Tiyue's room on the second floor. The light inside the room suddenly went out at that moment.

She should be asleep now.

For no reason, he remembered that face again, a face with a pure and innocent smile, a face that was radiant and beautiful.

He also recalled Su Tiyue's soft sobbing, her aggrieved and sorrowful appearance... Her voice, her smile, her graceful figure, occupied his thoughts.

Xiao Heye closed his eyes, his face growing increasingly pale and gloomy...

The last words Han Zhou uttered when he left suddenly echoed in my mind.

"Brother, don't forget the vow we made together."

"Don't forget the vows we made together..."

"..."

Suddenly opening his eyes, Xiao Heye realized that he had become much more sober, as if he had sobered up and was now fully awake.

Yes, don't forget the vows he made.