The sun shines brightly, the sky as clear as a wash.
Nan Mufeng and Jian Xi walked hand in hand down the street.
No need to speak, no need to ask, just continue walking quietly. Walk until the end of time.
At this moment, Nan Mufeng's heart and eyes are filled with indescribable happiness and joy. Although Jian Xi is filled with doubts, she too is joyful.
In her memory, there's neither Nan Mufeng nor Little Pumpkin, only a life as an assassin licking blood off the knife edge. But at this moment, her heart is joyful too.
Sometimes she even feels grateful she is Little Pumpkin's mommy. That child, she really likes him! As for being Nan Mufeng's wife, it's quite good too.
The weather is very hot. Mood is very good. Even the flowers covered in dust along the roadside greenbelt look so beautiful.
Until their legs were so sore that they couldn't walk anymore, they finally stopped.
