The handsome young master's body froze completely.
The indifferent expression he had maintained for so long instantly shattered. There she was.
The woman who had haunted his dreams for more than twenty thousand years.
The woman he had searched for first after recovering his memories.
Qiao Mei.
She stood beneath the morning sunlight wearing elegant crimson robes, her beautiful face calm and elegant like a fairy untouched by the mortal world.
Her long hair danced lightly in the wind while her clear eyes remained focused toward Lin Feng's lecture ahead, then she turned to look at him with fire in her eyes.
For a moment, the handsome young master forgot how to breathe.
Countless memories exploded within his mind. The laughter they once shared.
The promises they made beneath the stars. The desperate feeling of losing everything.
And the endless confusion he endured for over twenty thousand years.
