I don't know why, when I went to see her again with the ring, all the slight softness and pity disappeared.

His heart became the real Dead Sea, and he couldn't make any ripples.

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

Pain, patience, sadness...

He knew each of the emotions implicitly behind the expression, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, he just looked at her faintly.

When everything was over, Mu Wuchong touched his heart.

——No waves at all

He can even discern the goodwill exuded by the surrounding vegetation with leisure.

It's as if the person on the bed is no different from those flowers and trees.

After that, Mu Wuchong put the ring aside somewhat evasively, and never brought it back.

He always felt that he was extremely weird after putting on the ring, as if he had abandoned all his feelings, and only a piece of peace was left.

This kind of calm is extremely unbearable.

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

Mu Wuchong walked to her, the corner of his lips evoked a smile that he hadn't noticed before, and he reached out and gently rubbed her cheek.

It seemed that something had begun to take root in his barren heart, gradually breaking through the calm and non-sentimental heart.

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

The wings that were originally radiant and radiant can no longer be found, and the edges of the wings have gradually appeared big cracks.

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

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her wings.

As soon as his hand touched it, a flaw appeared on the edge of her wing again.

A transparent wing split apart and quickly dissipated in the air.

Mu Wuchong was startled, and then he touched the flaw in fear.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no other problems.

Mu Wuchong slowly withdrew his hand.

She was still asleep, frowning in her sleep, looking uneasy.

Mu Wuchong looked at her, his eyes gleaming.

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

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

He has a calm face, no haze, no sunshine, fraternity and ruthlessness like a speechless place.

The people who go down are the same flowers, the same livestock, and the same ants.

Mu Wuchong looked at the ring in his hand, and after a while, it seemed that some memory was awakened.

He opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of elven language.

Soon, the ring lit up slightly.

This kind of faint light was extremely dim, but when Mu Wuchong looked at it, he seemed to see a glimmer of light not far away.

He opened his eyes abruptly, put on his coat and walked out.

The car rushed all the way, heading north.

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