"What about you?"
Luo Fei's crimson lips moved slightly as he gazed deeply at her face. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sorrow that tugged at one's heartstrings.
"Was there ever a second that you thought of me?"
The male's hoarse and low voice lingered by her ear.
Wen Shu's movements halted, noticing that he did not evade, her piercing claws froze mid-air.
She looked into his sorrowful eyes; her mind abruptly recalled the scene from their last parting, where he had tried to forcibly break through the Soul Capturing Technique to stop her from leaving.
He nearly succeeded.
How deep must one's obsession be to maintain a moment of clarity within the Soul Capturing Technique...
Seeing her not directly deny it, Luo Fei's raven-black lashes lowered, a determined glint flashing in his eyes, "Come with me."
