In the corridor, footsteps coming from the ship's bow gradually revealed a human silhouette.
Is that person... Xu Zhifei?
Bai Yanliang looked at the white dress shimmering faintly under the hazy moonlight.
To be honest, Xu Zhifei's appearance was not much different from a ghost.
But... is it really her?
Could the ghosts of this Fog Gathering take on the appearance of others?
Questions swirled in Bai Yanliang's mind, along with some indescribable "feelings" he had never experienced before, brewing in his chest.
He thought of the phone call he made in the future.
Everyone's numbers had become dead lines, except Xu Zhifei's, which was answered by a little girl.
Out of a strange unease, Bai Yanliang immediately hung up the call.
But at this moment... when he was forcibly summoned back by the Fog Gathering, those feelings reconnected.
This feeling is truly hard to explain.
However...
