Luna knelt on the floor, her fingers clutching at empty air as if she were still grasping the hem of Ye Feng's robe. Even though Ye Feng had completely vanished, she refused to relax her grip by even a fraction, as if by tightly holding onto that illusory touch, he would materialize before her once more. Yet her palms were completely empty, with only the cold air slipping between her fingers. Her body trembled slightly, her shoulders hung limply, and her long silver hair fell in disarray across her shoulders, veiling her pale cheeks.
"No... Don't..." Her voice was low and broken, sounding like a muffled sob squeezed from the depths of her throat. Her fingers weakly clawed at the floor, gouging deep marks into the wood as if she could seize something that way. But her fingertips encountered only a chilling sensation, like touching an endless void.
Before her stood the empty bed. The person who should have been lying upon it was now nowhere to be seen. Ye Feng's scent still lingered in the air, but even that fragrance was gradually fading, as if the very last trace of him was being wiped away.
Chapter 77