The sounds of reality and the silent loneliness of memory fused together in that instant.
It was as if Shen Yuan's heart had been forcefully jolted, a powerful tremor reaching him across time and space.
The light and shadows before him flickered violently, radiating a scorching heat.
Shen Yuan realized with absolute clarity.
He was finally, truly sitting in the very seat that had once made his heart ache for her across the gulf of time.
But this time, he wasn't a bystander, not a ghostly voyeur, but was genuinely sitting across from her.
Li Zhi looked up, just in time to catch the momentary blankness and the roiling emotions in Shen Yuan's eyes. She furrowed her brow slightly and spoke softly, shattering the vision before him.
"Hey, Shen Yuan? What are you spacing out for?"
Li Zhi's voice yanked Shen Yuan back to reality.
The daze before him instantly dissipated. That lonely silhouette under a setting sun, imbued with an untouchable distance, vanished like mist in the light.
