He seemed to see that figure again, but tonight, her figure appeared very blurry.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see her clearly.
"Lingling." He tried calling out, but the girl never turned around.
A vast expanse of whiteness—he couldn't even make out her outline. He could vaguely discern that she was standing in the water.
Why wouldn't Lingling respond to him?
Feng Yexuan wanted to take a step forward, but his feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; he couldn't move even half a step.
"Yexuan, Yexuan, I'm here." A voice echoed beside his ear.
His head started pounding violently again.
It hurt so much!
More painful than the sensation of a blade piercing his body.
Clearly, it should have been the woman in the lake calling to him, but the voice undeniably belonged to Fen Ling.
But tonight, the voice and the woman in the lake did not overlap. It was as if the woman was one person, and the voice belonged to another.
