When Little Ming returned to her sanctuary beneath the Wisdom Tree, her expression was still a mixture of shock and silent panic. The handsome man's words echoed in her mind like a bell she couldn't unring.
Xuefeng's other lover, the one who followed him into this world, was still alive. Still waiting.
Apparently, she hadn't left his side for long. According to the Middle Heaven records, she was currently resting in his clan's territory, awaiting his return from the Holy Land.
When he had shown her the image, Ming's heart skipped a beat. Tianshi.
She'd seen that face before, buried deep in Xuefeng's memories. The recognition had been instant and bitter.
"Should I tell him…?" she muttered to herself, dropping onto the soft grass beside the Wisdom Tree's great roots. Her arms wrapped around her knees, the sleeves of her pink hoodie flopping over her hands.
"No... If I tell him, he'll leave. And if he leaves… he might never come back."
Her voice trembled, barely audible.
