C286 Fall

"Mirror of Unmaking?!"

Listening to the delicate words that spilled from Wanwan's rosy lips, Ye Xuan's brow furrowed in concern. He watched anxiously as Wanwan was shrouded in the glow of her discomfort. Bathed in the light, her delicate, porcelain face was the picture of relaxation and contentment, as though she were undergoing a mystical rite. Her demeanor was one of devout reverence