Zhou Shu looked at Yueyao, watching intently, not missing even a single strand of hair. Yet Yueyao stood as if sculpted, without any reaction.
The mountain wind blew by, causing the leaves to fall one after another from the trees, floating in the air before cascading down. Yueyao's skirt fluttered wildly in the wind, yet she remained standing there, unmoving.
Zhou Shu chuckled lightly: "You're not her, you're not her."
Yueyao's expression returned to normal: "That person who only knew how to cry and harm herself has long since died." Having lived a second life, if she were still the same as before, wouldn't it all be in vain!
