Lin Bai walked out of the volcano and looked up to see that the figures of Hong Su and Ye Suxin were no longer in the vast earth ahead.
They must have left.
Lin Bai numbly walked out of the volcano and came to the side of a small river.
He sat down.
Lin Bai sat beside the small river, his expression blank, his gaze hollow and lifeless.
Watching the fish in the water swimming about.
Lin Bai didn't understand.
What was wrong with him?
It was as though all the matters in the world had nothing to do with Lin Bai.
Lin Bai felt that his thoughts were cluttered and chaotic.
Like a mess of tangled threads, impossible to sort out, impossible to sever.
But when Lin Bai tried to carefully comb through the tangled thoughts in his mind, he realized he was actually thinking about just one thing.
To be precise, he was thinking about just one person.
Who was it?
Ye Suxin.
Lin Bai sat by the creek and found that within the mess of his thoughts, all were glimpses of Ye Suxin!
"Why?"
