Watching as the strike from Chu Yuan came, Darkness suddenly felt a certain shackle within him break. Without thinking, he charged out directly, standing in front of Qing Lan.
Even if the True Spirit shatters, even if the soul fractures.
He didn't hesitate.
He was even very grateful that he could protect Qing Lan and help her.
Qing Lan looked at the face in front of her, unable to hold back her tears.
In her heart, it felt like something had been shaken.
Heartache.
Regret!
In these endless, lonely years, it was this person who accompanied her, while she had never cared about the one by her side.
She recalled a phrase.
There are never two identical flowers in the world.
No one is a substitute for anyone else.
At this moment, Qing Lan seemed to realize what she truly wanted, and who she truly desired.
But watching as the True Spirit of Darkness continuously disintegrated, endlessly dissipating, she felt powerless to do anything, helpless to act.
