Time ticked away, second by second, until Lu Shaodan could feel her thick pajamas soaked through, and finally, He Qing let out a heavy sob and stopped her endless stream of salty tears.
Long Weiyi had truly disappeared.
She had already died once, long lost her body, and now choosing this path again, she had indeed vanished without a trace.
Not leaving the slightest mark behind.
Her memories and past, all passed on to He Qing, whose soul was being eroded by the wild Spiritual Power, had long been obliterated in this vast world, and henceforth, there was not the slightest trace of her left in the world.
He Qing looked at the disorderly snowflakes outside the window, and she had never felt as lonely as she did at this moment.
She extended her cold fingers, touching her right eye inch by inch. The pressure on her fingers grew increasingly firm, as though she wanted to press down forcefully!
