Long Qingyi sat down on a stone bench.
He had woken up in the morning and it was already close to sunset.
He was still a long way from fully recovering, but he could already walk without feeling much pain.
Wearing his usual pure white robe, his mind wandered through various thoughts until it finally settled on the image of Hua Feiyan.
Tang Biyue had never given him time to think about anything other than his own survival.
But now, watching the sun set over the horizon and feeling the cool, pleasant breeze on his face, he finally had the calm he needed to think about her.
He remembered the weeping voice and the eyes full of despair of the bronzed beauty. He couldn't help feeling his heart burn, as if a knife were piercing it.
It was horrible, but nothing compared to what she was probably feeling after he had been taken by Biyue.
"I've hurt her again..." Qingyi gritted his teeth, looking up at the sky.
The clouds, once white, were now tinged pink in the sunset light.
