There was no one around, quiet as if the events that just happened were merely a dream of hers.
Han Jing's cold fingers touched her still-warm lips, where his breath seemed to linger.
She stared blankly into the distance, the foggy lake at night obscured her view, leaving her only with the vast expanse of water.
She couldn't help but frown.
What is... happening?
Could he have remembered her?
No, if he remembered her, why, why wouldn't he say anything to her? He should know full well she has been in the Ghost Realm these past years; the Ghost Realm is safe enough. If he remembered her, why hadn't he come to see her even once in the past five years?
But if he didn't remember, then why did he...
Han Jing shook her head, unable to grasp what was really happening.
