At this moment, the light in Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes gradually faded away, and her body became somewhat stiff, enveloped completely by the pale purple mist.
Gu Qiaoqiao mechanically walked toward the edge of the cliff, step by step, one, two, three steps...
Finally, she reached the edge of the cliff. The cliff was high, and as Gu Qiaoqiao looked down, she felt no panic, just a numbness. Although it was very far, she still saw a reflection of a person on the water's surface for some unknown reason.
Gu Qiaoqiao then looked at herself. At this moment, her body was surrounded by clouds and mist, and everything was gradually fading away, as if her figure was also turning into mist.
That person below was her, and now this her, was her soul.
Everything she experienced after opening her eyes on New Year's Eve was a dream formed by her obsession.
The result of countless dreams she had...
