A gentle breeze blew, stirring Lu Xiaoyu's long black hair.
Her eyes trembled slightly, and she unconsciously clenched her small hands.
Lu Xiaoyu tried several times to speak, but each time the words seemed to get stuck at her lips, refusing to come out.
The next moment, she saw the figure of the man in a black robe in front of her fade into the distance, then suddenly appear before her again. His warm hand lightly stroked her hair, tousling it into a mess.
This was a gesture that Lu Xun loved to make. Usually, Lu Yu would scowl at him and immediately reach up to smooth her ruffled hair.
But now, Lu Yu simply let her hands hang loosely by her sides, unable to stop herself from bowing her head slightly.
For a moment, she didn't know if this was a dream or reality.
But no matter whether it was the situation in the Heavenly Dust or the safety of her master, neither of them afforded Lu Xun the luxury to linger here any longer.
