Dong Chengyao's gentle whisper beside her ear was particularly sweet and gentle. She felt his lips slowly slide across her ear, bringing a slight shudder to her. Su Luoyin felt Dong Chengyao's attachment and reluctance, but in the end, it was a special kind of coldness...

"Dongcheng Yao!"

Su Luoyin couldn't help but yell. The warmth around her suddenly disappeared, and there was no one around. She only saw countless withered flowers dancing in the courtyard, cold and desolate, as if she was the only one there from beginning to end.

She lowered her head, and her snow-white clothes began to burn from her feet, and soon turned into countless pieces, which disappeared into the air when the wind blew. She stretched out her hand desperately, but could only hold a piece of the torn clothes in the wind, as if the person's last warmth and last whisper were still echoing in her ears.

"Be happy, don't hurt yourself anymore, and don't be hurt by this world."

"Dongchengyao!" Su Luoyin shouted in despair, looking at the four corners of the snow-white dress in her hand that had been burnt black, and her original appearance could no longer be distinguished. She was still wearing her previous clothes, but Dongchengyao, as if everything had disappeared like this snow-white dress, and only this little trace on the ground proved the existence of all this.

Looking at the torn clothes in her hand tremblingly, Su Luoyin suddenly held her tightly in her hand. Countless broken flowers were flying around her. The sun was setting, and it was a different kind of dusk. The surroundings gradually darkened and the cold came. Su Luoyin suddenly lowered her body and hugged herself tightly, still holding the torn clothes in her hand, refusing to let go. A cold tear gently slid across her face.

"Dongcheng Yao."

"Why do you all have to do this?"

Su Luoyin closed her eyes tightly, unable to suppress the sadness that was flowing from the bottom of her heart any longer. In this deserted courtyard, she could no longer suppress all her grievances and sorrows, and she cried out in pain.

"Can we still go back?"

Her small body looked even weaker and more pitiful in the cold wind. She hugged herself and vented her grievances unscrupulously. The withered flowers in the yard fluttered in the air, and soon even her figure was hidden in the darkness.

Dongcheng Yao slowly turned his gaze away and looked up, a sky full of stars caught his eye. Everything was brilliant and beautiful.

But he could not laugh out loud. The long red feather on his forehead hung down, and his black hair danced in the air behind him. He gently stroked the tall trees beside him. Under his feet were endless flying fallen flowers and lush green bushes. He looked down at the broken clothes in his hand, which were also burned black and no longer looked the same as before.

The Dongcheng family's last treasure was destroyed by his own hands, but he didn't feel any heartache. Instead, his heart ached for someone else. He heard her crying, and he wanted to hug her, even laugh at her, and ridicule her, but he no longer could.

No longer.

His eyes revealed an undisguised pain as he looked down at the fragment in his hand, which seemed to carry the last trace of that person's warmth. He clutched it tightly in his hand and closed his eyes in despair. This beautiful scenery, the starry sky, everything in this world, he suddenly didn't want to see it anymore.

From now on, he, Dongcheng Yao, and Su Yin will have nothing to do with each other.

Dong Chengyao will never appear in Su Yin's life again.

This was also his last protection and...blessing for her. Then, they would never meet again.