Zhao Ming was speechless, he had no words to argue, as he reflected at himself in mind, it was evident from his face that he was thinking about Xuan Cheng again. And this he had done after a long time in the current day, probably since the injury, he could not think of her.
For a flash of moment, he imagined that Xuan Cheng was sitting in a garden and playing a harmonious music that only he could hear. He was walking towards her and she was just avoiding his presence, however, he didn't know if she was purposely trying to ignore him or she simply didn't see him.
However, he was sure that he could see her, and see her very well. The strand of her hair loosely flowing in air, waving slightly before her face. Her eyes chromancing as her fingers danced at the guqin's strings creating series of tunes that made his heart throb.
