That petite woman more a silver armour and where she stood beneath her was completely soaked in blood. The contrast between the silver and the crimson was especially strong under the strong sunlight. When the eyes of Qiao Chu and the others saw that familiar silhouette, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Little.... Little Xie...." Qiao Chu's lips trembled as his eyes widened and he stared at the little figure who was standing in a pool of blood.
Five years, more than one thousand eight hundred days and nights had passed yet this figure had never once faded from their memories. They can't even remember how many times they had seen her in their dreams. After so many years of searching, they didn't think that they could actually see her today...
She still had that pair of cold eyes, she still was so thin, she still had that strong and unyielding back. Everything was exactly the same as their dreams.
