Red clothes like fire, black hair like a waterfall, her face at this moment seemed as if it had returned to how it once was, bright eyes and pearly teeth, even her eyes were back.
"Hanye, I just ask you one question, did you truly love me back then?"
"..."
If not love, how could I have waited for you for thirty years?
If not love, how could I have calculated the threads of fortune over several lifetimes for the sake of your eyes?
The fading phantom before the painting said nothing, merely solemnly placed the string of Bodhi beads she was searching for onto her wrist.
No one knew where those beads came from, nor when they became hers.
He put them on her, then with his slender fingers, drew a word in her palm.
Lin Yebai saw this and suddenly startled: "He can no longer speak?"
Ou Mucen noticed something amiss, immediately feeling anxious inside: "Gu Qingcheng, he's about to disappear, now he is merely a phantom, it's his limit to meet you."
Gu Qingcheng: "..."
