Watching Mu Yanfeng's hastily departing figure, my heart skipped a beat, seeming to miss a stroke for a fraction of a second. An indescribable bitterness surged through me like a tidal wave, rapidly spreading across my entire body. I stared blankly in the direction he had left, watching that figure recede further and further until it vanished from my sight.
Qingmiao—that name kept echoing endlessly in my mind. I had to admit that Qingmiao indeed held such a vital place in his heart, so important that he could forsake everything without the slightest hesitation just to pursue her traces, leaving me behind alone in this immortal cave hall filled with entanglement and confusion.
Slowly, I withdrew my gaze. The anticipation and tension that had originally filled it gradually dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of loss and bitterness. These two complex emotions intertwined like threads, tightly binding around my heart and making me feel immensely heavy. Standing opposite me, he quietly watched me, his gaze revealing a trace of elusive and intricate emotion, as if he had a thousand words he wished to say yet knew not where to begin.
Chapter 64