"Dawn... Rou Xi, Dawn Rou Xi... You might as well call me Xiao Rou." Dawn is not as fierce as the sun, nor is it like the sunset at dusk. The warmth and softness of the first rise drive away the darkness that covers the sky.

, drives away the despair and fear that darkness brings to people, and gives people the feeling that it is like the time that symbolizes hope. It is so gentle and full of hope, which makes people yearn for it.

When she first heard it, she just thought it sounded good, but now that she thinks of its meaning, she can't help but find it ridiculous. Is it really time after dawn? No! Just like this holy city, the yin and yin just after dawn and the warm sun begins to rise.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun, and one did not know when lightning would fall and chop them into pieces, which was frightening.

Whether it will be warm and sunny after dawn or violently stormy will only be known later, right?

In the Holy City, the sky is gray, almost blocking out all the light. The sun tries its best to penetrate the thick clouds, but only casts a weak shadow on the earth.

Orange lights scattered around the room, adding a bit of softness to the room. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the girl stood with her hands behind her hands. She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. Her childish face was ordinary and slightly sickly pale, and her red lips were tightly pursed, but

She has a somewhat mature look. Her waist-length hair is tied up high, giving her a somewhat heroic appearance. The black outfit wraps her petite and thin body, seeming to blend in with the darkness.

The amber eyes in the almond eyes stared at the gray sky, dark and unpredictable.

Behind her, a young man stood, looking at her back quietly and saying nothing for a long time.

He has neat broken hair and slanted bangs on his forehead that almost cover his right eye. His facial features are really exquisite, his sharp eyebrows are straight, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and his dark eyes are shining with fine light under the soft halo, like a cold pool.

The thin lips with a smile under the high bridge of his nose add a touch of softness and gentleness to his resolute facial features. The combination of a pure white shirt and black trousers makes his tall and tall figure stand out.

He has a gentle temperament, a scholarly air, and is elegant and luxurious.

"You...it's time to go. I'm afraid he's getting impatient with waiting." A gentle voice came out of his mouth, like an elegant violin piece, unhurried and not slow, just like gurgling water, which was very nice to listen to.

There was a bit of reluctance in those eyes, and the Yin should be as sharp as a cold pool. When he looked at her, there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes that couldn't be overcome.

She was startled, nodded slightly, and brushed over his shoulder without any hesitation in her steps.

When she passed him, his heart trembled. Fenyin knew that her footsteps would never stop for him, but at that moment, he felt a bit of expectation in his heart.

Yi Feng moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Seeing her about to walk out of the door, he felt anxious and shouted, "Xiaoya..."

The girl was about to step out of the door frame and paused. A pair of machine-like cold amber eyes had some fluctuations that belonged to humans. She turned around, looked at him faintly, and said lightly, "There is no Xiaoya here. I hope you will

Don’t call her by that name either.”

Hearing her cold tone, his heart twitched and hurt like being torn apart. He lowered his eyes lightly and covered his eyes with sadness. "I understand."

"Is there anything else?" she asked.

Yi Feng hesitated for a while, as if he was organizing his words, but the girl didn't say anything. She was extra patient and waited for him quietly.

"Actually, he is still alive." He said slowly after a moment.

Yi Xiaorou nodded, calmly.

The young man, on the other hand, seemed a little surprised by her reaction, and then he was relieved. She is not stupid, why did he underestimate her.

"Is there anything else?" She didn't believe that he stopped her just to tell her that the man was still alive.

He raised his dazzling eyes, "Can you... promise me something?"

"Say." She raised her eyebrows slightly, but she was a little curious. Is there anything he couldn't do that he still had to entrust to her?

"That person should be in that place. You should take care of yourself. I hope you... don't be tempted."

After listening to his words, Yi Xiaorou just looked at him with strange eyes, then turned around and walked out. For a moment, her unique indifferent yet gentle and somewhat mocking voice came from the air, probably from Li De.

Far away, perhaps through the wall, her voice was hazy and a bit ethereal. But he heard her clearly. She said, I have no intention at all. To say that I am tempted would be a fantasy.

A fantasy? How wonderful it would be if it really were a fantasy. He has never been so disgusted with his so-called ability that others think is heaven-defying. If he didn't have this ability, he would never see it.

See what you don’t want to see.

The young man smiled bitterly, walked to the table aside, and took out a piece of sketch paper from the drawer. On the paper, there was a little girl about three or four years old with a ponytail on her head and a round face.

His face was covered with dirt, leaving only a pair of amber eyes as clean and pure as glass, with a wide grin and crooked eyebrows, so cute.

This was the only time in his dark and cold life. If he hadn't broken into her life that year, probably such beauty would have existed forever.

He carefully folded the sketch paper and placed it on the shirt pocket closest to his heart. He put his hand on his chest and felt the slow and powerful heartbeat of his heart. Gradually, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He was determined in his heart, and his firm eyes were brighter than the stars under the orange light.
Chapter completed!