Behind the back mountain of Spirit Hall.
Ning Rongrong was lying there as usual, watching the stars.
All around was dead silence, save for the rhythm of her own uneven breathing.
Her fingers constantly rubbed against the pendant on her wrist, yet the surrounding air did not change in the slightest.
The person who originally would have appeared instantly did not show up either.
It was still the same back mountain, the same starry sky.
Only this time, no one would ever suddenly appear beside her again, drape a light blanket over her, and watch the flowing galaxy and the whispers of the moon with her.
"Rongrong!"
Chapter 82