"Big Sister, I miss you."
For Ji Yi, this might have been the longing of just over a year. But for Qin Fan, it was the culmination of centuries of yearning that had accumulated deep within his heart. Over five hundred years of devastating longing erupted at the sound of his voice. It wasn't an overwhelming surge, but a gentle warmth that flowed across his face and shone in his eyes.
As their gazes met, the air seemed to stand still, and time itself appeared to freeze.
In Ji Yi's eyes, there was only the little tagalong brother who used to trail after her.
In Qin Fan's eyes, there was only the big sister who had always protected him.
"Little brother, is it you? Is it really you?" Ji Yi's voice trembled as she looked at his familiar face, at those handsome features now filled with confidence. As she spoke, she raised her delicate hands, only to stop them halfway and let them hang suspended in the air.
