Fang Qingyu could only watch, watching that indescribable figure walking silently, stepping on the cold stone ground, coming towards him step by step.
The hem of the splendid robe brushed over the ground, as if carrying the rhythm of crushing stars.
The jade pendants of the crown gently collided, emitting a clear and distant tinkling, like the echo of a river of time.
Fang Qingyu didn't even see how the other party reached him, as if the thought had just flashed, and that figure was already within reach!
A scent that was indescribably cool and ethereal, as if from the source of life, seeped into his senses.
Then, a flawless, jade-white hand extended from the wide sleeve.
The fingers of that hand were slender and long, and the fingertips carried a coolness that seemed to freeze time and space, ignoring all of Fang Qingyu's emotions, lightly touched his forehead!
Buzz—!
