Tonight's moon is round like a jade plate, radiating a cold, clear light. It seems different from usual, with a faint sadness and a different kind of unease hanging in the air.
The moment she looked up and felt the cool moonlight, Qiao Mei's heart suddenly felt heavy.
Perhaps it was longing for her parents; a deep loneliness enveloped Qiao Mei. She couldn't help but gasp, stretching out her arms and hugging her shoulders.
My gaze was fixed on the moonlight, and I was immediately captivated. Although I didn't see any unusual fragrance, I felt as if something was drawing me in.
The snow-covered ground reflected a desolate scene. In the deep darkness of night, a wisp of white mist, faintly extending from the moonlight, reflected a cold, white light as it shone down from the high sky like the beam of a flashlight…
"Dad, Mom..." With tears streaming down her face, Qiao Mei softly uttered the two most beautiful words in the world.
The hot breath emanating from his mouth seemed to be pulled upwards by some force, miraculously connecting with the moonlight less than ten meters above his head. As his breath alternated, a strange phenomenon occurred.
A red, hollowed-out pattern, about the size of a thumb, appeared on Song Hye-kyo's forehead...
This strange pattern refracted a beautiful ray of light, which raced towards the moonlight...
At this moment, the strange sight amazed Mo Tian, leaving him speechless and staring blankly at the scene before him.
"Who? Who is calling me?" The voice was not loud, but it pierced through the boundaries between the different worlds and reached another distant space.
At the foot of a cliff in Tongling City, a gaunt figure sat cross-legged with his eyes closed inside a stone house, facing the open doorway.
Upon hearing the voice, Sasha shuddered, her neck arching upwards as she quickly straightened her previously weak back...
"Mom..." The voice was faint yet incredibly clear. Although it was just two simple words, Sasha felt as if something had struck her heart heavily.
September, my daughter, you are still alive! After all these years, your mother has finally received news of you.
Unable to contain her excitement, Sasha raised her arm and groped behind her. Holding onto the stone slab, she dragged her somewhat tired body toward the open door. She tilted her head back and sniffed, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face.
However, because the wound hadn't healed, the tears turned into a thin trickle of blood, which flowed down the corner of her eye—
Zhuoyue, can you hear it? It's our daughter's voice. She's calling us. Zhuoyue, with her by our side, even the greatest suffering is worthwhile.
Zhuoyue, you must live on. As long as you live, there is hope. When this calamity is over, it will be a wonderful day for our family of three to be reunited. Zhuoyue, hang in there!
Meanwhile, Zhuoyue, imprisoned in a secluded stone house in Tongling City, was sitting in a silver-white sphere suspended from the roof. At this moment, Zhuoyue's eyes were injured by the blinding light and he could no longer open them. His vision was blurred and he could not see the surrounding scenery clearly.
Leaning his head against one side of the oval sphere, Zhuoyue's hair was disheveled, his cheeks were thin, and his withered hands and feet were spread out on his knees.
Sitting cross-legged, exhausted, the entire body of the extraordinary man was being penetrated by the millions of magical lights interwoven within the sphere.
He looked exhausted and haggard; he felt like he was about to stop breathing.
"Dad..." Just then, Zhuoyue heard a shout, and as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline, he shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes, which were already festering with pus.
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