It did not matter how many souls passed the Naihe Bridge every day.
Zhang Fengxi would recognize his wife in a sea of faces.
And he him.
"Xie Jianyu...!!!"
Driven by an irresistible force, Zhang Fengxi's body instinctively propelled him towards the one his heart yearned for, the one who held the key to his happiness, both in life and in the afterlife. His vision blurred by a torrent of unshed tears, he paid no heed to the ethereal forms of the souls that stood between him and his beloved Xie Jianyu.
As he passed through their translucent forms, a sensation akin to a bucket of icy water being poured over his head washed over him. Yet, this chill, this discomfort, was but a fleeting inconvenience, a mere whisper compared to the overwhelming surge of emotion that coursed through his veins.
