At that moment, Bai Jue seemed as though she had lost her soul.
She wandered aimlessly into the courtyard, while Bai Xiaolou, a mere martial artist, had no idea how to console her.
All he could do was sigh helplessly on the side.
Just then, a familiar voice reverberated in Bai Jue's mind.
"Sister Bai Jue, when the jasmine blooms, I will appear in front of you again."
Buzz!
As that voice rang out, Bai Jue, who had almost fainted from grief, suddenly showed an expression of ecstatic joy.
Because the voice that echoed in her mind was none other than the one she had longed day and night to hear—Lin Dong's voice.
"Dongzi…" she murmured softly.
Yet, after that voice sounded, it disappeared completely.
This left Bai Jue wondering if what she'd just experienced was merely a hallucination conjured by her mind.
But could a hallucination feel so real?
"You're not dead, you're not dead…" Bai Jue murmured in her heart; at this moment, she steadfastly believed that Lin Dong was alive.
