A pair of purple eyes appeared before her, followed by a peerless, handsome, carefree and otherworldly face that looked as though it had come out of a painting alongside a swathe of elegant and charming long silver hair.
'It this not an illusion? Could it be that I have already died?' wondered Ling Chuxi, at a loss in her heart as she rubbed her eyes.
"Chuxi, are you still all right?" a voice that full of magnetism rang out by her ear. On that peerless face, a smile that was even brighter than the sun was revealed, and an expression of relief washed over it as if its owner was being released from a great burden.
It was not an illusion. It turns out that it was not an illusion. Ling Chuxi looked at that pair of purple eyes in a daze, her eyes misty.
"I'm sorry, I arrived so late." Guilt was written across Huangfu Qingjue's eyes.