Lin Xinghe's figure vanished into the night outside the Scripture Pavilion, leaving only the Wind Chime Grass standing quietly in place with a gentle sigh.
To her, Xinghe was like the brightest star in the night sky; even amidst pitch darkness, her radiance could not be concealed.
All she could do was stand guard in silence, much like guarding that faint glimmer deep within her own heart—a glimmer long since eroded by the encroaching darkness.
Chapter 127