Xie limo seemed to have heard the voice of his soul from a thousand years ago.
"Young master Xie, young master Xie?"
Hearing his subordinate's voice, Xie limo slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying in the middle of the ritual table's round plate.
"What happened to me just now?"
"Young master Xie, you were here just now. After that, you sat here and fainted. We couldn't wake you up no matter how we tried."
Hearing the blood Shadow's words, Xie limo's expression changed. His gaze turned deep, and his expression turned grave.
His heart trembled. Could it be that he had really let Yun bixue down a thousand years ago?
When he heard his soul's voice from a thousand years ago, his heart ached as if his soul was in pain.
A thousand years ago, he was Xie Yuqing, and Yun bixue was Yan Shuanghua.
He loved her, but could it be that he had hurt her, and that was why he had said those sad words at the last moment?
