ible, making it incredibly fair and beautiful. His delicate neck and throat were also finely detailed, giving off an inexplicable air of restraint. Moyao looked away, trying to observe Baoliu with a c...ld not turn back. If given the chance, he would rather it be himself who died."Ye Tianyu, you..." Mother Wen was at a loss for words out of heartache. "She's dead—let her go in peace. Jasmine no longe...