The sight of his back had been imprinted so, so deeply into her mind. Straight as always, proud, filled with forbearance yet also contained a tinge of melancholy, he had donned his armor and spurred on his horse. And then, after that, Shi Nian had never seen him again in that lifetime.
Now that she was shoved with the same scenery, the same kind of melancholy and desolateness, something inside Shi Nian's mind snapped.
No! No, you can't! You can't do it!
In the past life, she had reached out to hold him back, only to grab onto a handful of empty air, his back was getting further and further and no matter how strong she wished for it, she couldn't hold onto anything. But now, as she lunged forward in an almost fervent madness, her hand grabbed onto something tangible. Warm, real, and living flesh.
It caused her to freeze in place, stunned.
