Someone led the charge up to Yixin Pavilion, Chuzheng held the young man and leaped down.
"Catch them!"
"Don't let them escape!"
"Quick, block them!!"
People rushed in from all sides, surrounding them, and the young man's face grew increasingly pale.
"We can't get out…" he said in frustration, "This is Jueyi Tower."
Chuzheng's tone was steadfast: "No matter where, I can take you out."
The young man stared blankly at her profile, the surrounding scenery continuously faded, leaving only her with color.
The clamor gradually moved away from him.
Those familiar buildings retreated rapidly, as if peeling and shattering from his memory.
He didn't know how long had passed when he saw wildflowers covering the mountains, swaying with the wind.
"It's okay, they didn't catch up."
Chuzheng placed him on the grass, carefully avoiding his wounds.
The young man's throat was dry, his voice raspy: "Do you know me?"
