She gracefully folded her slender waist and took delicate steps, revealing fair wrists beneath gossamer sleeves.
From afar, Hou Ling'er gazed at the blood-colored moon, her heart filled with tender emotions.
Ultimately, these tender feelings slowly dissipated within her memories.
Despite knowing that Zhou Yan was no longer with her, she could not let go of these lingering memories. She even had an inkling that Zhou Yan would not die so easily.
It was like the times that he pushed his potential to the limit while training with the sword in the Cold Pond, or when he ventured into the Sword Origin Pool of the Great Zhou Family and vanished without a trace, or like the times at the Ancient Tomb Mountain or in the tavern across from the Great Zhou Family...
Each time, Zhou Yan had been thought dead, yet in the end, he had survived.
What about this time? How much did this time mirror the past?
But... was he still alive?
