The night was like mist, enveloping the entire garden.
Elena spread her arms wide as if merely stretching languidly, yet it also seemed as if she were embracing the entire sky.
"Is it worth it?" Jiang Yu gazed into those lustrous eyes across from her; her face showed no annoyance but quietly repeated her question. Her question was vague, yet clear.
Is it worth it? To pay so much for a hint of uncertainty.
Is it worth it? To give up so much for others.
The Gypsy witch took a deep breath and bit by bit swallowed back the icy breath within her: "For myself, it is naturally not worth it. But what can be done? I cannot live only for myself."
Having said this, she turned her head to look toward the tranquil little pond and softly chanted:
"In the morning, I cast my net into the sea."
"I pull out strangely beautiful things from the dark abyss—some shine with a smile-like glow, some sparkle like tears. Some blush like the cheeks of a bride."