Chi Wuya walked slowly closer, glanced around, and said, "Tell me, which one was Xia Qingyue's boudoir back then?"

The servant raised his hand in a daze and pointed to the innermost bedroom.

Chi Wuyao's figure flashed and before he opened the door, he appeared directly in the room pointed by the servant.

The best oak bed with a deep purple curtain.

Tables and chairs made of the same material, bronze mirrors for dressing, and cabinets with tight sides, and nothing is left in the cabinet.

These are all.

There are no clothes, no washing tools, tea sets, no jewelry, no powder... there are even traces of people who have lived there.

The servant was robbed by her demon soul and could not lie... This is the girl's boudoir that Xia Qingyue had lived before she was sixteen years old.

Was it when Xia Qingyue got married, and there was no trace of her leftovers taken away?

Leaving Xia’s family yard, Chi Wuya floated in an unseen sky and was silent for a long time.

There is no legacy of her in the place of birth.

The Bingyun Immortal Palace where she had lived for a long time was destroyed by the battle between the little demon queen and Xuanyuan Wentian, and there was nothing left behind.

The Moon God Realm has been destroyed.

The dead Xia Qingyue has no trace in this vast world.

If even the memory is erased, she will be equivalent to never existed.

"Forget it."

After a long time, Chi Wuya let out a weak and gentle thought.

"She is dead, and everything is now the best ending. Why should I have these extra persistence?"

The increasingly hazy mist and the vague feeling of anxiety in my heart...

She gave up.

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Chapter completed!