Chapter 898: You Finally Came Back (1)
Lianwu naturally also noticed Bai Xueruo’s gaze. However, unlike Xiao Xue’s instinctive wary tension, he immediately sensed the peculiarity of this woman and, at the first moment, guessed her identity.
At Shengsi Manor, the things they talked about might not have been fully understood by Xiao Xue, but he could distinctly comprehend it.
Bai Xueruo.
This woman could only be Bai Xueruo.
As for why she was looking at him like that, or why she coughed up blood, those weren’t his concerns. He held Xiao Xue tightly, calculating how to quickly leave this trouble-ridden place. In case a fight broke out, although he wasn’t a match for Bai Xueruo, with his abilities, escaping wouldn’t be a problem. But he also had Xiao Xue with him; he couldn’t let Xiao Xue get hurt.
So, shamelessly, Lianwu, while Bai Xueruo was unaware and lost in thought for some unknown reason, decisively decided to make a break with Xiao Xue.
Things like integrity are just for saying; right now, life is the most important.
However, how could Bai Xueruo possibly give Lianwu a chance to escape?
At the very moment Lianwu intended to take a step, she suddenly called out to him,
What she called was,
"Master, you have finally returned."
Her voice had a trace of choking, and a hint of etherealness, not quite like speaking, even carrying a dreamlike, mystical feel.
Yet her voice carried a heart-rending sorrow, as if it was laden with countless, immeasurable feelings.
She said, Master, you have finally returned.
Just this simple sentence caused Lianwu, who usually lacked a conscience, to stop in his tracks. His mind quickly flashed through a series of memories that seemed to belong to him, yet not belong to him.
The word Master resounded familiarly in his heart.
Though he had no idea if, as the Ghost King, he even had a heart.
He looked towards Bai Xueruo.
Bai Xueruo stood there, her white dress purer than snow, seemingly blending with the snow on the ground. Her cascading silver hair hung naturally behind her, reaching down to her ankles without a single adornment.
The bloodstains on her, distinctly striking amidst the white.
Equally striking were those tear-filled, sky-blue eyes.
She just gazed at him, as if pouring all the affection of her life into that look.
Perhaps it was more than just a lifetime?
Bai Xueruo looked at that person, the one she had been waiting for, yearning for, for thousands of years. Many times, she wished she could dream like humans do, to dream of that face she longed for, to dream if he would return, appear once more.
But she couldn’t dream; she was without dreams.
She knew he wouldn’t return.
Back then, when he betrayed the organization and endured countless tortures, she didn’t even get to see him one last time. She knew, under Divine Punishment, he would inevitably vanish into oblivion; she didn’t even have the chance to gather his soul.
She knew he wouldn’t come back, so she didn’t dare to die because, whether alive or dead, she would never see him again.
He completely vanished from the world, from this time and space.
She stubbornly lived on, waited on; she just wanted to remember him, endlessly remember him, so that in this world, there would always be someone like him.