Fu Jing Rong's gaze lingered on her face.
The soft frown.
The faraway eyes.
She looked like she was standing here, yet her mind was somewhere he could never reach. The faint sadness etched in her features made his chest tighten, an uneasy, almost painful thump echoing in his heart.
Was something wrong with her?
The thought landed hard. His breath grew shallow, but before he could ask again, Hua Jing stirred — as if she had finally made a decision.
Her lashes trembled when she lifted her gaze to him. "I wonder…" she began softly, the words dragging themselves out, "…how we are doing."
He froze.
We.
It didn't take him long to understand. She wasn't talking about the two of them standing here in Yellow Garden. She meant the other them — the selves in that other life, the ancient world they had been pulled from so abruptly.
