Su Xinlian's fingers moved rapidly to form a decision.
An ancient Sanskrit suddenly appeared above Su Mohan's head!
The Sanskrit spun continuously, and beams of light slowly enveloped Su Mohan's body.
Su Mohan clenched her head tightly, and even forced a drop of her essence blood onto her brow, hoping to use the power of the blood to resist this invading force!
But in front of this power, she felt her own insignificance for the first time!
Countless things were passing away!
Past events retreated rapidly like a slideshow!
Soon, her memories with Ren Feifan began to be sealed one by one in her mind, and the last image of Ren Feifan also suddenly vanished.
Sealed at the deepest part of her memory.
Untouchable by anyone.
Su Mohan tightly closed her eyes, and for some unknown reason, a tear streak flowed down.
This tear streak was like a farewell to the past!