Qin Yu finally understood why Rourou liked to stay in brightly lit places. Perhaps she was really sick of the unending and constant darkness. The darkness was so thick it looked like black ink, dyeing the entire world black. 

And also…she must have been very very lonely. This made Qin Yu think of her sudden gentleness.

This vast and dark world did not seem to have an end. There was no concept of time and space here. Just neverending emptiness and never changing silence. 

And this was Rourou’s home. She had lived here for so many years. No wonder when she descended into the world, even the barren wild country hills looked interesting to her and she kept talking about planting all sorts of crops to enjoy life. 

To her, that was already a luxury. 

Lying on the soft bed made from the branches, he turned and the branches immediately rearranged into the most comfortable position for him. 

It was not likely that the two big trees were trying to flatter him. It was more likely that they had coexisted for so many years and this became second nature to them. 

From this perspective, they were...