When he completely arrived in front, stopping his footsteps, although his body stopped, the sachet at his waist was still swaying. She immediately felt reluctant, a trickling stream running through the cold desolation, rediscovering the warmth of spring after the long winter, making one unwilling to die.
"You... you are no longer widowed?"
Lin Wanxiao abruptly woke up, his first words were discouraging.
Yet it was such discouraging words that could make her clearheaded.
Lin Wanxiao stood still, after a long while said, "It's you... it's you..."
"Ha, why look so surprised to see me, haven't you known that you would see me?" Chen Yi retorted.
The sneer on his face always made Lin Wanxiao uncomfortable, she cast a deep look then lowered her head, focusing her gaze on that sachet.
"...Give it back to me..."
"What?" Chen Yi was puzzled.
