I raised my head and looked at his profile as a sudden warmth welled up in my heart. Perhaps this was the power of love. Even at death's door, he still held me protectively in his arms, guarding me with his life.
"Linger, do you remember the day we first met?" Qu Chen's voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if it pierced through space and time to carry me back to the past.
I nodded, my thoughts drifting into the distance along with his words. It was a bright spring afternoon when I wandered by mistake into a peach blossom grove and met him practicing his sword. He wielded the blade with dashing grace, looking every bit like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.
Chapter 47