Moments later, the vast battlefield returned to silence, only the corpse of a Nightmare Wolf on the ground indicating what had just occurred.
Lu Hui stood in the middle of the battlefield, his expression suddenly becoming very melancholic.
"Li Niang, the seam on my literary heart was specially left for you, but now by sheer chance, the last bit of regret has been mended, so next this seam will also disappear!"
"This also means, I may never dream of you again!"
As it turns out, the seam on Lu Hui's literary heart was deliberately left there as a chance to cherish memories.
And now, with the last bit of regret mended, the seam would soon disappear.
By then, Lu Hui would become truly sincere in his literary heart.
Under such circumstances, dreams naturally could not exist.
A trace of sadness suddenly flashed across Lu Hui's face, but he quickly adjusted and murmured.
