Over the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
-William Shakespeare
Long Jie's gaze swept across the scene as he was looking for someone.
When he didn't find her near the helicopter, he ran back, it was a reflex. No second thoughts, no panicking, no premonition just an action born of muscle memory in response to something like he practiced repeatedly as a child.
Because he knew damm well to guess. He had lost someone once because of supposing and presuming.
If she was not here it meant.....
No. He didn't even want to think about it.
There was no such thing as coincidence in their world but tragedies.
Tragedies always ended in mourning. Be it decades ago or centuries.
Meanwhile, Long Yuan kept shouting after him to stop.
