The mysterious woman stood outside Cangwu Mountain, gazing into the distance, appearing somewhat lonely and desolate.
The breeze blew, rustling her clothes, enhancing the feeling of isolation from the world, making her seem as if she belonged to a different era, deeply intensifying the melancholic atmosphere.
Even Wei Fan felt somewhat affected by this scene.
In comparison, he was even less a part of this era, perhaps not even of this world.
"You seem lonelier than I am, more of a stranger to this world!"
The woman finally came back to her senses and, out of curiosity, looked at the man beside her. When they first met, he didn't seem to emit such an aura. Now influenced by her emotions, there was an air of incongruity about him.
"Sort of, but I've always been trying to integrate into this world. The past is like the wind; reminiscing will only make one sad," Wei Fan said with a smile, quickly restoring his emotions to normal.
