Then he leaped forward, hands clenched around the hilt of his blade, driving it downward and instantly piercing through Ke Xiaomo, who was flung upward, leaving a massive gash in his abdomen.
Thrust!
Blood burst forth like a fountain, staining Ke Xiaomo's clothes and face red.
With almost no strength to defend himself, his body convulsed, his gaze hollow as he fell toward the ground.
The glass curtain walls he passed shattered, as if bidding him farewell. Thousands of glass fragments fell like a torrential rain, following over his head, resembling butterflies.
Ke Xiaomo listened to the dragon's roar by his ears and slowly closed his eyelids.
The moment before his eyes shut, he seemed to see, reflected on the thousands of falling glass shards, a flurry of fragmented images.
Like a carousel.
He stared at one of the glass pieces and saw the evening sky reflected above.
It was a scene reminiscent of nostalgia.
Exquisitely beautiful.
...
......
Three years earlier.
