Lu Bai walked alone on the stifling streets of Syria, where desolation reigned and the smell of gunpowder from the war hung heavy in the air. Every year, on this day, he would visit Syria alone, and no one knew why.
Although he appeared extremely frail, his body possessed an invincible resilience. Under the scorching sun, he looked alarmingly slight, as if he might collapse on the street at any moment.
A sharp ringtone pierced the air from his cellphone.
Lu Bai frowned, "Chu Lin, what's going on?"
"There's been a big incident," Chu Lin's voice carried a lethal seriousness, "I've received reliable intelligence that someone saw Gu Xixi in Belgium."
"Who?"
"Gu Xixi."
Lu Bai's gaze darkened, and he stopped in his tracks, "Isn't she dead?"
"Gu Xixi is rather special to Mu Liang. I'm afraid that someone might be using this fact to confuse us," Chu Lin pondered, "Moreover, when Gu Xixi 'died', no body was found. We merely speculated her death based on the evidence at hand."
