Asura watched her retreating figure, his heart filled with reluctance. He could only comfort himself silently, thinking at least she waited here for him for several hours, and at least she recognized Asura. But with her departure, it could be one month, two months, or even one year, two years before she returned. However long it took, he resolved to wait for her right here.
That night, neither Asura nor Tang San practiced their cultivation.
All he did was lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, silently recalling her appearance and smile from past and present lives. Sometimes, a sweet smile would appear on his face, and at other times, he would feel such heartache that he could barely breathe.
That night, sleep eluded him.
With dark circles under his eyes, Tang San climbed up to the rooftop in the early morning.
"You're a bit late today!" Du Bai glanced at him and said. Wu Bingji and the others had already begun their training of the Purple Demon Eyes.
