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Chapter 175 Memories are like a curtain, indifferent like a plain(2/2)

Just like Huo Yu'er, just like Yan Shuang'er.

One person was destroyed and left behind only a remnant soul, and the other person was because his whereabouts were unknown.

He already owed a lot and was unwilling to make the woman in front of him sad again.

Rather than making it suffer in the future, it is better to keep it away now.

After thinking about this, the beautiful figure from behind was about to enter the attic.

"Senior, I don't know how far this place is from the crack space," Gu Qing asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment.

Fleeting Nian paused in his steps and said leisurely: "We will reach there in a month or so by walking with the flying sword."

After saying that, he went straight into the attic.

The moment she entered, tears fell from her beautiful eyes.

To be able to cultivate to the sixth level of body transformation has already been through a lot.

She originally wanted to reveal her feelings for Gu Qing, but when faced with the former's actions of understanding but deliberately avoiding them, she felt heartbroken and lost.

Maybe the acquaintance was a mistake.

However, this error will not continue.

Because she also has to give up the opportunity to get to know each other.

Maybe, after hundreds of years, everything will fade away and everything will disappear.

Until then, everything will only exist in memories. Just like Ye Meng in front of me.

Passers-by, in the years and in time, everyone is just a passer-by. Even if she has this extraordinary name in the fleeting years, she is just a piece of time in the fleeting years.

Standing in the attic in the fleeting time, looking at the weak-looking figure on the giant platform through the window, he sighed softly and murmured: "Memories are like a curtain, indifference is like nothing. Should we forget each other in the world?"

"You're back," a crisp voice came from behind Liu Nian.

"Pavilion Master," Liu Nian turned around, cupped his fists and bowed.

At first glance, the woman who was called the Pavilion Master was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was dressed in white clothes and had a beautiful appearance. She had a charming face with eyebrows as cut as willow leaves, and a smile hanging on her eyebrows.
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