It rained over the weekend, and the air was getting colder.

After returning from the Elven King, Mu Wuchong waited for the ring to guide him.

But the ring didn't move at all, as if it was broken.

And Mu Wuchong took it off as soon as he got home after getting the ring.

I don't know why, when I went to see her again with the ring, those subtle softness and pity were all gone.

His heart had become a real Dead Sea, and he couldn't stir up the slightest ripple.

When he pressed her against the bed, Mu Wuchong could even clearly distinguish every expression on her face.

Pain, patience, heartache......

He knew each of the emotions behind his expression clearly, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, just looking at her lightly.

When everything was over, Mu Wuchong touched his heart.

- There are no waves at all

He could even discern the kindness of the surrounding vegetation with leisurely discernment.

It's as if the people in the bed are no different from those flowers and trees.

Since then, Mu Wuchong has put the ring aside with some evasion and never brought it again.

He always felt that he was extremely strange after wearing the ring, as if he had abandoned all feelings and was left with only peace.

Such a calm is particularly unbearable.

And until the weekend, Mu Wuchong had dinner with her after returning home, and then he corrected the official document in his hand on the side, and she lay on the bed early.

Mu Wuchong walked up to her, a smile on his lips that he hadn't even noticed, and reached out to gently rub her cheek.

His barren heart seemed to be beginning to take root, gradually breaking through the calm and emotionless heart.

As he rubbed slightly, his eyes moved slightly and stopped on her wings.

The wings that were originally brilliant are now no longer able to find any brilliance, and the edges of the wings are gradually showing big cracks.

She was lying on the bed like a broken butterfly, obviously sleeping quietly as usual, but Mu Wuchong seemed to see a dead breath in her.

He reached out and gently stroked her wings.

The moment his hand touched it, the edges of her wings were notched again.

A piece of transparent wings cracked and quickly dissipated into the air

Mu Wuchong was stunned for a moment, and then touched the defect in fear.

Luckily, there didn't seem to be any other problems there.

Mu Wuchong slowly withdrew his hand.

She was still asleep, frowning in her sleep, and she didn't look very stable.

Mu Wuchong looked at her, his eyes lit up.

Finally, he slowly walked to the table and put the ring on his hand.

The moment I put it on my hand, the familiar feeling returned.

His face was calm, not half of the gloom or half of the sun, like a wordless earth, both loving and ruthless.

The people below are not half different from the same flowers, the same livestock, and the same ants.

Mu Wuchong looked at the ring on his hand, and after a while, it seemed as if some memory had been awakened.

He opened his mouth and spat out a string of elven language.

Soon, the ring lit up slightly.

Such a faint light was extremely dim, but Mu Wuchong looked at it, but he seemed to see a bright light not far away.

He snapped his eyes open, put on his coat and walked out.

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