Mùróng Zhuó walked forward alone, his steps steady and resolute. The afterglow of the setting sun draped over him like a thin layer of golden gauze, stretching his shadow very long in the warm orange light and making him appear utterly lonely.
For some reason, seeing him like this stirred an inexplicable sorrow in my heart. The emotion spread quietly through the depths of my soul like creeping vines.
"Silang, it is time for us to return as well."
Chapter 95