The figure was slender and had an aura around him. It seemed that he was the only person who could dispel the fog.
Jun Wu Xie kept looking at the figure and her heart felt as if it had been crushed.
She stared blankly at the figure for a long time until the figure smiled at her and reached out his hand, when her legs seemed to have a mind of their own and started moving towards the figure.
"Wu Yao!" Jun Wu Xie threw herself into the arms of the familiar figure but it was a mirage and her body passed right through it.
Jun Wu Xie stared and looked at her empty hands. She turned around and could still see Jun Wu Yao looking at her, smiling gently.
Her lover that she could not touch….
In Jun Wu Xie's eyes was a look of hopelessness that had never been seen before.
"Little Xie…." Jun Wu Yao's voice rang in Jun Wu Xie's ears. The voice was both very gentle and tragic at the same time.
