Su Muyao trembled violently at these words, as if struck by lightning.
Her eyelashes fluttered hard, her eyes widening; she could hardly believe it.
"Are you talking to me?" Su Muyao's heartbeat sped up uncontrollably.
Thump, thump, thump—she could feel her heart about to leap out of her chest.
He was clearly right in front of her, yet his voice carried a faraway aura, as though it came from the depths of time and space, stirring ripples in one's soul.
"Mm, I'm talking to you. There's no one else here."
Su Muyao was even more shocked, but this time she heard him clearly.
She met his incomparably beautiful, all-embracing gaze, and her Heart String quivered violently.
Across the endless ages, he had seen her—and he was speaking to her.
He should be Di Fu Yuan.
Only, endless ages ago, he did not know her.
Or rather, at that time, she had not yet appeared.
But no matter what, he had seen her.
After the shock passed, Su Muyao felt an urge to cry.
