Liu Yunlong stood at his spot in a daze because the familiar figure had disappeared.
He saw her!
Where had she gone?
Liu Yunlong withdrew his gaze in disappointment and dejection. He laughed at himself. Perhaps he had hallucination again.
Seven years was neither long nor short. The person who had once been imprinted on his heart became blurred. When night fell, he wanted to dream of her. He dreamed of her in his dream, but she had never entered his dream in the past seven years.
Just like her, she left just like that. She disappeared completely from his world.
He knew that she blamed him and hated him.
He and Li Yi were both children from the mountains. When the boys in the mountains grew up, they would either herd cows or work outside. However, he was an exception. He was born with a good voice. He wanted to sing.
