Shi Xiaole stared at the figure, his heart and mind in an unprecedented state of chaos. He staggered slightly as he crossed the few dozen steps distance, taking dozens of breaths' time.
Her hair was black to her waist, her clothes pure as snow. A single silhouette outlined a unique temperament that Shi Xiaole had never seen before, like she only existed in an ink and wash painting, untouched by the mundane world.
"Excuse me, senior."
Shi Xiaole said softly.
For a long while, there was no response.
Slowly raising his head, he realized that this body emitted no breath. Mustering up his courage to look up, he saw a woman. Although her features were not overly stunning, the more he looked, the more comforting she appeared. She was the spitting image of the portrait he had seen at the Maple Forest Cottage!
As he looked downwards, he saw a jade bracelet with a drop of blood on her wrist. It was identical to what Shi Xiaole was holding, albeit without the missing piece.