Chapter 961

The moon hung in the purple-red sky, surrounded by the stars.

They seemed so close, as if you could reach out and pluck them. The clouds cautiously approached, just ahead of anyone's grasp.

The crescent moon was still quietly waiting for the sun to rise.

Meanwhile, Selena was watering the flowers in her room. Her face was pale and bloodless, and her hands trembled slightly, causing the water to spill onto the floor.

She sighed. The flower before her was a chrysanthemum, a delicate beauty with petals of white tinged with soft yellow.

The slender, long petals stretched out firmly from the center, their tips slightly curling inward, showing a humble elegance.

At this moment, the leaves had already turned yellow, and upon closer inspection, it became clear that this was merely a branch of the chrysanthemum. The main stem had long since died.

The remaining branch had drawn every bit of water and nutrients it could to present its most beautiful self to the world.

Selena gazed at the