Moonlight sprinkled on pear blossoms, and the spring night was filled with the scent of blood.
The round plate shattered into sharp porcelain pieces all over the ground, the Kylin children quietly sat in front of their respective desks, the night deepened, making everything seem cold and silent. Li Chen wrapped his robe around Li Can Nan, the two nestled together, with no one else around except Qu Xin.
Indeed, the Kirin Fire was the most extraordinary flame in the world, the poisonous marks on Li Can Nan's neck visibly faded, his breathing gradually stabilized, the pale complexion mostly covered by makeup, making him look almost like a normal person.
The broth flowed past the porcelain shards, looking at it for a long time, it resembled a small white boat floating on the murky sewage, yet unable to move.
Meng'er's gaze was desolate as she hung her head.
