Was that really Qingqing? Everything was so abrupt, like a dream or illusion. In the center of the massive black hole, a breathtaking beauty with long cascading hair, skin fair as snow, surrounded by seven colors, shrouded in divine radiance, her intelligence mirroring that of Central Earth World, and a pair of clear eyes seemed to see through all the secrets of the world.
How could this be possible?! Back then, Xiao Chen had watched helplessly as Qingqing shattered into pieces. Her vital energies merged into the Yellow Mud Platform, sealing the Abyss of Sin. Now, seeing that familiar figure again, he felt a bitter ache in his heart.
He knew that the bright-eyed, vivacious young girl in white could never return to this world.
Qingqing, with her lively and bright spirit, eyebrows that held the rhythm of poetry, eyes deep as autumn waters brimming with poetic essence, her lips a delicate pink, her teeth like jade…
