Jiang Xinli looked back, her clear, doe-like eyes meeting a pair of deep, emerald-green pools. "Bai Yao?"
Bai Yao's long, snow-white hair cascaded over his shoulders as he knelt on one knee, leaning forward slightly to gaze at her.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting specks of light on his white clothes.
Though he normally seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, he now faintly radiated a hint of warmth.
He smiled gently, his voice soft. "Little Li, are you hurt anywhere?"
"I'm not." Jiang Xinli avoided his gaze, her eyes anxiously darting around.
When she didn't see Sheng Tianze and the others, her brow furrowed.
She brought her gaze back to him. "Bai Yao, why are you here?"
'So, the white figure who saved me in the air just now was Bai Yao, not Xue Qianxun.'
"I..." Bai Yao's fingers curled slightly. "I happened to be near the Star Gate, and I'm not sure how, but I came through..."
