In front of Ouyang Xueqing was boundless darkness, spanning as far as she could see. She blinked dazedly, and for a while, she couldn't remember who she was and what she was doing here.
In the darkness, she instinctively started to walk. Her body was emitting a faint glow of light that was the only source of color in the dark space. With her every step, a small white lotus bloomed beneath her feet, leaving a trail of flowers behind like a path that gradually illuminated the dark. It was both mesmerizing and breathtaking.
She walked and walked, until at the end of the path, her eyes caught something that moved.
No, it wasn't moving. It was breathing. An indistinct sound of breathing.
Ouyang Xueqing should have panicked, yet at this moment, as she felt the breath that was so familiar to her soul, she had a strong urge to cry as if she was a child who finally returned to her mother's embrace.
